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Several construction workers whistled and screamed at me on my walk home yesterday.
I don’t think this counts as stalking, but others might disagree. Anyway, I’m powerwalking to somewhere in the mall, earbuds in, and this guy (prolly 40s) follows me through the doors and is saying “hey” to me. I’m just so tired so I turn to him and say “can I help you?”
Him: What’s your name?
Him: I see you on my way to work and I think you’re beautiful!
Me: (I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I was in a hurry) *real name*. My name is *real name*.
Him: My name’s (blabla)
Me: Okay. *stares*
Him: … Are you single?
Me: No. Engaged.
Him: Darn, the pretty ones are always taken!
Me: K. *walks away*
Why did he think he had a right to my name? Why was I dumb enough to give it? Why was he powerwalking next to me when it was clear I had somewhere to go?
I’ve dealt with this guy twice. I tried to just block it from memory, so the order of events might be mixed up. I think this is right, though.
It’s January or February, I think a weekday. I got off work and I’m waiting for the 70 at like, 9-10 PM. This older guy, probably in his 50s or 60s starts talking to me. Naturally, my earbuds are in, meaning “fuck off, I’m busy.” He “compliments” me on my appearance, even though I’m just wearing a polo and jeans (really? Your standards are THAT low?). I go “uh-huh” and go back to my music. He KEEPS TALKING to me, trying to get me to sympathize with him about his lack of work; “should I go back to work? Gosh, I don’t know…” Bro, really, just ask someone you know. Or a shrink. Damn. So, since there’s no end in sight, I decide to fuck with him and weird him out to get him to leave me alone. I talk about how the space-time continuum is non-linear, and that time, like a rubberband, can snap back on itself, etc. etc. Unfortunately, the mofo’s FASCINATED. So I peace out and get on the bus, as does he, and thankfully I’m not bothered… Until a month or so later.
Same bat guy, same bat place, same bat time of night. He says “damn, gorgeous, are you for me?” Or something. I go “ahahaha… No…” Still with my earbuds. Do they never learn? So, he recognizes me, “compliments” my beauty again. He continues to try to talk to me. We get on the bus, and when I make a fake call to someone on my iPhone, he starts punching the seat in front of him to get attention from me. Seriously. I’m in the back of the bus, and he’s on the opposite side of the aisle (about 3 feet away), PUNCHING THE SEAT. I do this the whole ride until he gets off. I shouldn’t have to attempt to weird people out or make fake calls to not be bothered by some wackjob.
On the 64 bus a man moved next to me. He said he was Patrick and if I’d talk to him. I told him I didn’t wanna talk as I was reading. He still kept talking to me and wanted to get my full name and Facebook. I told him that was private and I do not give my Facebook out, but he kept asking and was annoyed I wouldn’t tell him. He began to grab my hand and I said stop. He asked if I was single and I said no, I live with my SO (truth). He still kept asking for my name and info until his stop.
While waiting with other people at the bus stop, a man who as also waiting mumbled “look at that little sweetie mmm”, then turned to his friend and said “look at her in that dress damn!” as if I couldn’t hear him. Fortunately when I got on the bus he did not sit near me.
I had left a restuarant by myself and began walking past a highschool. I decided to sit near it and adjust my wallet for a few minutes. Suddenly I caught a guy approaching me in the corner of my eye. I immediately jumped up and began walking past a bus stop. I halfway turned to see if he was still behind me and low and behold – there he was leering at me ! By the time I got to the bus stop, he had caught up and pretended to call someone while observing every move I made. I approached a girl at the bus stop and told her that I was being followed by the strange man. She just kind of laughed and when I asked to use her phone so that I could call the police , she just casually told me that it had died. Then I asked a man who was standing near her and he just said he didn’t have his phone on him. I must’ve became bold out of nervousness because I then asked the strange man to use his phone to call the police on him. (Ugh, I know , stupid move !) I hesitated and quickly walked off. The bus momentarily came and everyone got on but him. While I was halfway down the street I felt him behind me. Then I began sprinting. When I crossed the street and passed a shop I looked over my shoulder and noticed him yards away following and staring at me. I was able to lose him and eventually reported him to the cops.
Really truly my whole life I have been afraid of walking around gardners who work for the city / neighboring houses. Always do they think it’s okay to make kissy sounds at me and embarrassing cat calls. I also dislike so much when I’m driving and men in other vehicles deliberately drive beside me to look at me and nudge their friends. This one time a couple trucks divers would speed up to stare into my car. I would slow down and try to avoid them- but it was completely obvious these men were going out of their way on a busy street to make me feel uncomfortable.
I parked my car and noticed 2 men on a porch staring at me. I took a deep breath & got out. The entire time I walked across the street they whistled, yelled “hey baby, damn, hey cutie.” I got inside and my hands were shaking profusely. I returned a little later, rushing to my car, & now 5 of them were yelling at me, commenting on my “nice tits & ass,” inviting me on the porch, and trying to “get with me.” I was disgusted and mortified. I wish I would have stood up for myself.no comments