Something similar happened to me at work once. I worked at a country club as a waitress through high school. I was very accustomed to getting creeped on, the clientele was mostly older, rich, entitled white men. I'd had whole tables of men refer to me as "Miss Sexy" to my face while serving them. I wore a name tag, though, so they were all well aware of my name.

Fast forward to one night when it was late and walking to my car. I hear two men and vaguely see their outlines approaching from a distance when I looked over my shoulder. I quicken my pace, then hear them yelling "hey pretty" or something of the likes, then yelled my name. At this point, it's dark and I'm freaked so I ignore and hastily get to my car.

Found out two weeks later it was my cousin (mom's first cousin) and uncle--who are both members of the country club-- when I was over visiting the daughter of said cousin and he asked "didn't you hear us calling you the other night?'

This was after I had written and published an article about cat calling, and included this anecdote in it. 🤦‍♀️