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The incident happened when i was 15 and i was kind of into the Japanese school girl look. I was wearing a short plaid skirt with a baggy sweater and high socks. I was walking down the street from my home in broad daylight and i noticed this car creeping up behind my slowly. I turned and there was this creepy-looking guy leering at my hemline. He then proceeded to call out:“Hello Miss! What’s your name? You want a ride?”. And i noticed he had one hand on his steering wheel and the other in his lap. I turned and gave him both fingers and told him to go F**K himself. He STILL followed me for another 10 minutes and i can still feel his leery stare till this day. I live in a expensive and exclusive neighbourhood in Singapore and i couldn’t believe there were creeps like that following me around. Sicko!!
Submitted by Aurelia.
Love your site-hate with a passion ignorant asses who feel the need to harass me.
Usually its just annoying, Today it got scary…
Noticed that an old guy sitting on the train across from me was playing with his cell phone…
Then I noticed he was taking pictures of me, my legs, my chest, my face, back to my chest..gave him an “eat shit and die look” and moved seats…
Noticed he moved seats too-to get a better view, continued to take pictures and give me nasty lusty looks.
Got up immediately to get off at next stop-he got up too-still taking pics and acting like he doesn’t notice me, now with a good 15 pics in his camera-sick bastard.
Get off the train, with heart racing and sick feeling in my stomach-hold back tears until I get home…just wish I had my camera phone and my mace.
Submitted by clh.
Downtown Portland transit center- waiting for a bus to get out to the other side of town for a job interview. Guy walks up behind me, lets out a wolf whistle. Walks around in front of me and says: “Lady, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful ass? It’s beautiful, and so big!” (Mind you, I’m in pretty good shape, at 40-something. Not fat.) Having my ass scrutinized in public pissed me off. So I looked him in the face and said: “Not as big as the ass standing in front off me.” Complete shock on his face, and he walked off muttering.
Yup, I’m a bitch. And I don’t take it from anybody.
Submitted by Laura.
Walking down 8th avenue in Park Slope I hear him mutter, “Nice, very nice. Sexy lady” as he stares me up and down. I whipped around and holla’ed “What did you say?” He took a pregnant pause, “You’re a good girl. A good girl.”
Then, I shit you not, he pulls this out of his pocket and hands it to me:
Written by Brianna.
My friend and I were waiting for a table a restaurant bar, chatting, as we so often do, about yacht rock, when we observed this repellent exhibit. He was giving us the Atomic Super-Leer, which is a leer that goes beyond Gross Ogle and crosses over into Aggressive Scrutiny, in terms of both perviness and duration (this one lasted a full five minutes). This dude’s leer was positively throbbing. A zombie-like sort of creepy entitlement oozed out of him, too, as though he didn’t realize he was actually out in public staring at actual humans rather than crouching in a fetishy sweat over his home computer porn-delivery system. At the same time, since it was obvious there was a porn flick playing in his tiny brain, he also conveyed a crushing sense of inferiority. Thanks, Jackass. May your quiet desperation cripple you for life.
Submitted by Twisty.
Yonge Street at Carlton in Toronto, Canada, April 21, 2006.
Jerk in a hideous blue Ferrari with yellow flames yells out “Hey! Can I fuck you up the ass! Not you, the other one!” while he’s stopped at a red light. About three women were crossing the street at the time, one of whom was holding hands with her daughter, who looked about 9 years old. I went up to this sleaze-bag (he hadn’t been yelling at me), and told him I thought what he said was really rude, and that there was a little girl crossing the street. I asked him: “Is that how you talk to little girls, too?” He started rambling about having me arrested (what?), to which I of course repsonded that I would write down his license plate number and have him charged with sexual harassment. I turned to walk away as the light changed, and he said “I like your ass!” So, I spit on his car, and he responded by spraying a wimpy bit of spit at me. What a pig.
Written by Daya.
Nice orange suit, dill-hole.
Submitted by Rachel.