Wolf whistles are for animals. That is the difference between us. The fine for wolf-whistling at Garbo, down from her condo to take a walk, should be instant death...yet I, too, feel the need to make noise.
The Acme dog whistle invented in '35 is the difference between us. I growl, moan, grovel into mine as if it's a trombone. I move my lips as if playing the raunchiest glisses. I pour so much steam in I might be announcing a train.
Does this bother Miss Garbo? It doesn't. That is the difference between us. I don't throw how I feel into Greta Garbo's face. I don't interrupt her morning with lewd, lustful gestures. And when the dogs come, I move briskly and professionally.
I don't look at her. I shoo them all away, the groomed and the mangy, so Miss Garbo can continue her stroll unimpeded. That is the difference: I crouch on the walk, thumb tight on a cocker's throat, hissing "Dumb fuck. Can't you see that she wants to be left alone?"
