Objectification

Never have I felt so dehumanized as I have this semester. Never have I had to deal with such objectification as I have dealt with in the past week.
The first time I experienced such a thing, I was walking back to my apartment and a random guy walking in the other direction began to yell at me "What you do for? Hey girl, what you do for?" Not being quite up to date on that slang, the only translation I could come up with was "What do I have to do to get you to do me?" I would never think of "doing" anyone like that, so the only reply I could think of was "Oh I dont, sorry." (Except that I wasn't sorry at all.) Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm used to comments and second glances by strangers, and can fend them off pretty easily. I would even have to say that sometimes I enjoy the attention, but never have I been explicity asked to do anyone from the street. I felt violated and disgusted by the mere offer. It was a strange feeling, to be seen as simply something worth "doing", and I felt righetously indignant about it. However, I know my own worth so it is easy for me to look over comments from strangers as inconsiderate and inconsequential because they have no knowledge of me whatsoever.
Perhaps that is why the recent events have insulted and hurt me so much more. I know the guy that is making comments about my body. Granted, we've not spent quality time or converstation together, but we went through job training together and can carry on small talk if we pass each other on the street. I would have hoped that he would know a little something about my character through our interaction, but instead he defines me by the size of my breasts. I feel like a part of me has been taken from me and presented to the world as the whole me, instead of just a part. It's as if the pieces are more important than the whole. I'll be the first one to list off my physical imperfections, but I can't separate myself from them, so what gives anyone else the ablity or right to do so? How do I respond to this? How do I put myself together in his eyes? Is it even worth it?
It seems to me that guys (hardly able to be classified as men) who tear girls apart and concentrate only on the parts they like are never able to fully appreciate the female sex. I love to see well-defined arms on a guy, but I don't classify men according to the size of their biceps, and neither do I think that that is their defning characteristic. I can appreciate their other characteristics and respect them as a whole, and that is all I ask from others. Perhaps I am most insulted because I feel underappreciated as a person, but this goes deeper than underappreciation. At least when someone is underappreciated their personality and ablitites are taken into account, yet this separation of my body from myself does not take into account any of my personality or abilites and thus seems takes away from my right to an identity at all. And this particular over appreciation of a physical characteristic of mine without any regard to my emotional character is painful.
Yes, I'm sure that I can grow through this experience, and I know that I can surround myself with people who value my personality even more than they do my physical features, but I wanted to share my thoughts on this experience. In a way, I feel like I have been able to identify with women throughout history and all over the world at this very moment who have experienced the same thing. As kind of an odd initiation into global womanhood, I can now say "I know how that feels. I am a woman."