I wish the worst of my problems were just general assholes. Then I would feel more like everyone I know. A part of me feels like I’m overreacting, but then I know, I really know, about sexual violence towards women and I just don’t feel like I should have to deal with this bullshit twice in less than a week.
Example 1: Random dude at the ATM inside of Walgreens last Thursday night.
Stalker: Hey. It’s you!
Me: What?
Stalker: Are you a model?
Me: *rolls eyes* No.
Stalker: You know, I’ve seen you walking around for the past 4, 5 months or so and you’re always dressed really nicely.
Me: Um, ok.
Stalker: Can I get your e-mail address?
Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea. *leaves and walks back to my apartment to grab cell phone*
FIVE MINUTES LATER, LEAVING APARTMENT, WALKING UP STREET
Stalker: *pops from around the corner* Oh hey, it’s you!
Me: *getting freaked out* Did you follow me?
Stalker: *long silence* I didn’t know you lived around here.
Me: I’m leaving.
Stalker: Hey, what are you doing tonight? Want to go to a movie?
Me: I’m meeting some friends.
Stalker: Can I get your e-mail address? Your number?
Me: No. *runs to corner, grabs a cab*
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Example 2: The Creepy Thai Delivery Guy Who Always Compliments Me
As I’m about to open my container of food, my cell phone rings. I don’t recognize the number but still answer.
Me: Hello.
Creep: Hey! It’s me.
Me: Who?
Creep: I just delivered your food.
Me: How did you get my number?
Creep: They give us your number, in case there is something wrong when we try to deliver your food.
Me: So…you just have my number?
Creep: Yes.
Me: *long silence* Ok, well I’m going to go now.
Creep: Wait! What are you doing tonight?
Me: Excuse me?
Creep: Can we just talk?
Me: No.
Creep: Why not?
Me: Because I don’t know you and I just said so.
Creep: Ok, ok. You’re busy. But I still have your number. *long pause* I’ll call you later.
