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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.
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
This was about 2 years ago actually in AC, NJ. I was 16 and walking to work wearing very baggy clothes in the blistering heat. An older man claiming to be friends with my 58 year old father followed me telling me how gorgeous I was. I asked him to stop following me because I was trying to get to work on time. He continued to until we reached an alleyway. He yanked me into it, slammed me against the brick wall, and continued to grope every inch of my body. I screamed and he laughed. Why me?
I was at wawa in North Wales, PA today.
I walked past two guys at an ATM. “Guy1″ was on it, stopped and just stared at me.
Guy2: Dude let’s go!
Guy1: Hold up. (To me) YO BABE. STOP BEING SUCH A DISTRACTION AND COME HERE. (He winked)
Me: 1. Not your babe. 2. I don’t play for your team. 3. Didn’t your mother teach you to respect women? 4. Go fuck yourself.
Time — 2:25 pm on Friday August 29, 2014
Location — Close to the Vivira Community Credit Union (15th and Spruce St)
Incident — I was taking care of errands and chose to walk through this neighborhood thinking that I could avoid uncomfortable street harassment. I have experienced street harassment from random men in Philadelphia but never from a person wearing a uniform. As I was walking towards Broad St, I noticed a tall, Caucasian, male postal worker a few feet ahead of me. While he was walking, he glanced back and saw me. I should mention that because of street harassment experiences, I dress very modestly even on hot summer days. I was surprised when the postal worker proceeded to stand on the tall stoop of a building in order to eye me up and down. He even created a soundtrack for himself as he made cat calls. I felt sick and walked past as fast as I could. I felt extra sick to think that this guy is (a) federal employee, (b) can harass young women in their buildings as he delivers the mail, (c) and his wages are supported in part by women like myself who depend on the postal service.
After my errands, I decided to come home and share my experience on this website. Maybe someone can suggest what one should do when faced with harassment by a person in uniform. How safe are our streets when federal employees behave like this in broad daylight, in a so-called respectable neighborhood?
Was in a nice restaurant tonight and a brazen 60-something leathery man walked over to the next table and started hitting on a 22-year old girl having dinner with her mother. He commented on the girls eyes, complexion, and toes. He asked the mom if he could “date her daughter.” After the man’s third visit to their table (I could tell his actions were really bothering them), I couldn’t take it and stepped in and asked him to leave them to their conversation. He left but hovered nearby, so I then let the waitress know what happened so she could step in too if needed. Us women have to look out for one another. That was unacceptable of him.
I was walking out to my car when two guys in a big truck honk multiple times at me (super embarrassing). When I flip them off, they tell me to “calm down, sweetheart” among other things that I could not hear as they drove away.