For the past month or so, this motorcyclist has been whistling and catcalling at you as you walk home from college. Leaning back smugly, sitting on his motorcycle, and commenting flirtatiously as you pass. Today is no different. There he is, as always, leaning back on his motorcycle with his arms crossed. Covering his face is the black sheen of his helmet as he looks up at you.

He whistles obnoxiously to get your attention. "Turn around for me, huh?"