Money can’t buy you love. Or respect for women, it seems.

Being a redhead and, what has delicately been put to me as, ‘rather unfortunate looking’, I’m no stranger to being shouted at on the streets.  Having said that, my encounter with this guy was in an entirely different league.

It was 3 in the afternoon on a nice autumn day.  There were families about with young children and I was out for a walk in my local park.  Stupidly thinking it was a safe day to do so, I turned off the major paths and onto one of the small paths in the trees.  After a few feet it became obvious that the dodgy looking guy standing near the path intersection had followed me in.

Trying not to jump to conclusions, I first turned onto another path to establish whether he was actually following me.  He was.  Having established that, I was more than a little pissed off (and somewhat scared), so I fisted my keys in case he gave me any trouble and then turned around to let him go past – just in case he wasn’t following me and it had all been a horrible mix up.  I stopped and turned.  He stopped.  I gestured for him to go past.  He didn’t, so I made to cut through back to the main path again.  He came up to me and asked

“Are you working?”

Utterly confused by this question, I asked “Here in the graveyard?”

He nodded.

“Uh no, I’m not a warden or anything.  Do you need to find one?”

We were clearly talking at cross purposes here, so the guy says,

“No, I mean do you want some of this?”

And gets his dick out to illustrate his point.  Flabbergasted is how I must have looked because he added,  “I’ll pay you!”

Fighting the urge to laugh/throw up/kick him in the nuts, I told him, “No thank you, I’m really not that kind of person.”

(Being too polite is one of my downfalls.)  And then left speedily.

Although the incident was actually pretty funny, afterwards I felt really odd.  I hesitate to use the term ‘violated’ because it was so mild an encounter.  More like uncomfortable, and actually quite angry for reasons I couldn’t explain to my friends or my boyfriend.  I do realise I got lucky in this case, it could have been much worse.  And I’ve stopped walking by myself in that area, as angry as that makes me.  I hate that I cannot walk where I want in this city even on a brightly lit afternoon.

Oh I do wish I’d kicked him in the nuts.

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  1. May says:

    I think he was crazy (way out of line)…and while I, too, would have kicked him in the nuts, I think you made the right decision. After all, he didn’t follow you any more.

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