today i realized i'm not as bad-ass as i think i am..
today at 6:00pm i walk out of my front door on my way to work. as soon as i get out of the door onto the sidewalk, some dude across the street says "hey" to me. being the nice person that i am, i say hello back. no big deal. dude crosses the street and proceeds to tell how sexy i am. he walks behind me and follows me. about a half a block in he asks if he could see my tattoo. i tell him no and to leave me alone. he puts his hand on my shoulder and starts pestering me, and won't leave me alone. i yell at him not to touch me. he keeps it up. after about a block he asks if i want to see his tattoo. i am very annoyed, so of course i don't give a fuck. i get to my bus stop and he won't stop. he pushes me and i yell at him quite loudly to leave me the fuck alone, and there was some people walking by and looking so he backed off. i saw him start walking down the block. i thought he was gone, but then he came back. and he's still bothering me to look at his tattoo. "come on mami" (he was spanish), "just look at my tattoo." so i think 'fine, i'll look at this guy's tattoo. maybe he'll leave me alone.' So i say "ok" and he lifts up his shirt and his tiny, pathetic dick is hanging out. i freak the fuck out and scream as loud as i can, and he pushed me up against the wall. and finally some guy runs over from the other side the street, and the guy ran away.
wtf is wrong with people? wtf. seriously.
i've always thought about different situations and what i would do, and i certainly did not react how i thought i would.. i cried. i'm not going to lie. i don't know if it was because i felt violated, or if i was scared, or maybe because i am disappointed in humanity.
sigh
i'm going to start carrying my mace with me.
today at 6:00pm i walk out of my front door on my way to work. as soon as i get out of the door onto the sidewalk, some dude across the street says "hey" to me. being the nice person that i am, i say hello back. no big deal. dude crosses the street and proceeds to tell how sexy i am. he walks behind me and follows me. about a half a block in he asks if he could see my tattoo. i tell him no and to leave me alone. he puts his hand on my shoulder and starts pestering me, and won't leave me alone. i yell at him not to touch me. he keeps it up. after about a block he asks if i want to see his tattoo. i am very annoyed, so of course i don't give a fuck. i get to my bus stop and he won't stop. he pushes me and i yell at him quite loudly to leave me the fuck alone, and there was some people walking by and looking so he backed off. i saw him start walking down the block. i thought he was gone, but then he came back. and he's still bothering me to look at his tattoo. "come on mami" (he was spanish), "just look at my tattoo." so i think 'fine, i'll look at this guy's tattoo. maybe he'll leave me alone.' So i say "ok" and he lifts up his shirt and his tiny, pathetic dick is hanging out. i freak the fuck out and scream as loud as i can, and he pushed me up against the wall. and finally some guy runs over from the other side the street, and the guy ran away.
wtf is wrong with people? wtf. seriously.
i've always thought about different situations and what i would do, and i certainly did not react how i thought i would.. i cried. i'm not going to lie. i don't know if it was because i felt violated, or if i was scared, or maybe because i am disappointed in humanity.
sigh
i'm going to start carrying my mace with me.
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downedcity:
that is really scary. too bad a cop wasn't around to send him packing back to the homeland.
greggster:
Thats lames as fuck. sorry you had to deal with that shit. Yes you should start carrying your mace with you. Stay safe preeze