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I’m a freshman, and my school’s campus is in the center of my city’s CBD. So I leave school when the bell lets out, I start walking down the street, and almost immediately i notice some older guy is walking behind me in an almost forcefully casual manner. He’s a ways off behind me, so to check I stop and pull out my phone, pretending to shoot a text, and he stops too, leaning on the wall behind me. I keep walking, and so does he.
I pick up my pace quite a bit as I continue walking, making a point to unnecessarily cross a busy intersection and cut through a populated plaza in a effort to shake him. This does nothing as I see him reappear when I reach the street i need to be on. I try staying calm, text a friend that there’s some freaky fucker tailing me, and continue onto where I need to be: the bookstore.
When I get inside I feel safer, because the guy doesn’t appear to have followed me in. I head upstairs as I usually do, find a windowsill to sit in (I choose these because it’s especially inconvenient for anyone to try shooting up a conversation with me there), and begin reading.
Maybe ten minutes later, the guy shows up again. And he’s done with subtlety–I watch him out of the corner of my eye, trying to act immersed in my book, as he grabs a random title from one of the shelves and then pointedly takes a seat in the window sill across from me, even swiveling in my direction.
Still, I try to ignore him. As I try to act like I’m reading, he does the same with considerably less effort. He holds the book in his lap and hardly looks at it, eyes shooting from the pages to me in second intervals, figure tense and alert.
Now, I’m fucking pissed. I stop trying to pretend I’m reading the book, and when I see him staring at him again I stare back with daggers. This is a defense mechanism that usually works in my favor–as a girl in heavy boots with bright pink hair, I hold a certain amount of intimidatory power when wielded correctly. Unfortunately, this doesn’t sway him in any way. He doesn’t even avert his eyes, only continues staring.
When my dad texts me that he’s outside, it’s a godsend, and I hurriedly shove my book in my backpack and high-tail it the fuck outta there, sprint down the escalator and all.
For the rest of the week I chose to walk from a different entrance out of the school and hang out at other local businesses, just to be safe. Whatever that guy’s goddamn deal was, I did not want him to know my daily routine.
I have very short, bright red hair and people often compliment it. A guy with his two friends, a very affectionate married couple, said he liked my hair. I said “thank you” and kept walking. He added “grow it longer, it’s too short to pull on now.” I stopped, turned, and completely dead-pan asked “why? Do you know anyone strong enough to pull it?” His friends laughed at him and he was too shocked and embarrassed to say anything else.
I was in the library of the University of Central Oklahoma, working on a research project for one of my classes. This guy was sitting about two computers down from me, about twice my size. He was giving me the creeps because I could see him staring at me, so I shut down the computer and grabbed my messenger bag to head to my car. He got up too and started following me. He asked me if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee at the student cafe, but I smiled politely and invented the excuse that I had to meet my mother for lunch. I chalked up his creepy staring as just being socially awkward, because God knows I’m a failure when it comes to social interaction, and I figured that it would be nicer if I turned him down gently.
Nope. The guy just kept asking me over and over, and eventually I just snapped at him to leave me alone. Then he got angry and started to call me a “bitch” and a “fucking cunt”, that he just wanted to get a cup of coffee and I didn’t have to act like an “uptight bitch who needs a good fucking to fucking relax”. At this point I’m in total shock; I couldn’t believe someone would act like this. I just wanted to get away and get to my car, so I just began to ignore him. That only made him madder, and he grabs ahold of my messenger bag strap crossing my back and just yanks me back towards him. I trip over my feet and I go crashing into his chest, and that’s when it hits me: I’m only 5’3″ and 135 lbs, and this guy easily overpowers me and do whatever he likes. It was a horrible feeling. I tell him that if he didn’t let go I’d scream, and the instant he did I booked it to my car. Once I got in, I just sat there and cried. I had never felt so helpless or scared in my life.
I ended up filing a police report to the campus police, but now I’m furious that this jerk even thought that this was something he thought he could do.
It was only a few months after getting my license and my first car back in 2011, and as any high school does on a hot day, I went to the grocery store to get some Starbucks. I parked on a side of the grocery store that I normally didn’t, but it was closer to the doors than the front parking lot, which was packed.
I was walking back to my car with my drink, and as I walked across the parking lot, I noticed a guy lingering near a car a few feet away. I’m not normally paranoid, especially at this grocery store, but he gave me a bad vibe, so I made sure to put my key in between my fingers. Before I could reach my car he stepped in front of me, blocking my way and asked, “Hey, you’re looking really pretty. Do you have any money?” He looked homeless, and while I don’t have issues giving homeless people extra change (especially if they have animals), I didn’t want to give this guy anything.
Politely, I told him no while backing away. He came closer and again said, “Yeah, but you’re looking really good today.” I don’t understand how me looking “pretty” or “good” is supposed to make me want to give him money, but he wouldn’t give up. After telling him no a few more times (and while a handful of people walked by and did NOTHING, despite how nervous and upset I likely looked), he glared at me and called me a bitch before walking away. Shaking, I waited until he was across the parking lot before getting in my car. I told my parents about him as soon as I got home and my mom, who works at the store, said he wasn’t allowed on the property anymore but still popped up every now and then.
Ever since, I avoid that area of the parking lot because it’s less crowded and is in a more enclosed area with less street lamps. I’m just glad it was day time and there were at least SOME people around, even if they weren’t doing anything to help, or else something more serious may have happened.
It was my junior (and first!) prom, and I was super excited to be going. My friends and I agreed to meet outside of the building where prom was held, to take pictures and head to dinner. The girls and I were about to head across the street to get dinner when a truck full of men drove by, honking their horn and yelling unintelligibly. We shook it off and continued. After finishing our meal and walking back towards prom, one friend noticed the same truck making rounds (using one way streets and turning around) to harass girls entering the building. When they drove by us a second time, we all pretended to kiss and laughed at their shocked faces!
I had just moved to Oklahoma City with my mother after she got remarried, and decided to go to the nearby 7-11 since I had a few dollars and was trying to get to know the area. I was on foot, and when I arrived and walked through the parking lot this guy smoking in his car rolled down the window and yelled “Hey girl! Come here!” I wondered if he needed something (and I was only 16-17ish and hadn’t experienced this sort of thing until now), so I approached the passenger side with caution and didn’t get too close. He then leaned over and asked me what my name was and where I lived. I was struck dumb by this but backed away, now really scared and just replied with “I’m going inside.” I ignored him as he kept yelling at me and quickly went inside. He didn’t leave for a while, but I called my mother and told her to come pick me up. It was a serious eye-opener for me, and I just really don’t understand how some people think it’s okay to do that sort of thing. I’m really glad there are sites like this, because some people really don’t know how bad it is until they read these stories. Will definitely be spreading the word.
I was on my way to McDonald’s when an older looking man put his hand on my shoulder. I took my headphones out and to see what he wanted. I assumed he needed help or directions, or something like that. He proceeded to squeeze my shoulder and look me in the eyes, asking me if I “wanted to make some money.”
On my walk back home, mocha frappe in hand and tears in my eyes, I was honked at twice.
So I’m sixteen and this is more or less the second time this happens to me where I get catcalled out by some random guy(s). I was at the mall with my cousin and I was wearing a long blue skirt that exposed one of my legs, heels, and just a black long sleeved shirt. We were going to see a movie at the cinema inside and halfway through the line I realized they didn’t take debit or credit so I told her to wait and that I would go get some money from an ATM. Passing by, it was only a split second but this tall (I was looking straight ahead so I only saw him from a corner of my eye) guy, bald and clearly way older than me was only a few inches from me and turned 360 to call out something referring to the way I was dressed and my ass. I’m not entirely sure what he said cause the moment he turned I knew what was coming so I just kept walking and looked straight ahead. Still, every part of me wanted to throw back some sort of comeback or insult but I didn’t just cause I was briefly too scared and told myself just to shut it and ignore him. Nonetheless, it’s been 24 hours and I still feel as shitty as he made me feel for simply passing him by.
I was walking to the store with my boyfriend and two close friends and it was about 9pm. My flat is only about a five minute walk from the supermarket but you have to cut through a park, and it’s normally filled with underage drinkers so it was no surprise we had to walk through a group of them.
As we approached one came up to me and demanded to try on my hairband, which had cat ears on it. His friends were all snorting in the background and they obviously weren’t very pleasant, so I stopped walking and turned to him and told him, “No you can’t try these on. I’m actually part cat and cannot take these off.” and I continued to walk on.
Of course then him and his friends started calling me a stuck up bitch and how I needed a good lay and they were happy to do it for me. I could see my male friend and boyfriend getting angry and my girl friend too so I decided for once I wouldn’t ignore them.
I turned around and walked straight up to them and said loudly so all could here “Honey, I’d spread my legs for you but you wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to do once I’d done that.” Then winked at him and walked off with my friends. It shut them up pretty fast.
So, this past new years eve (2012), I was visiting my friend studying abroad in England. We decided to brave the crowds and head down to the Thames River to watch the fireworks. We were about one block behind big ben. It was extremely crowded, obviously. Because of this, some group of asshole guys that it would be fun to harass my friend and I. They kept catcalling at us, whispering in our ears, etc. We were getting pretty pissed off and even a little scared. I totally flipped my shit when one guy thought I wouldn’t notice when he decided it was a good idea to reach under my dress and to start grabbing my ass/crotch. I started yelling, screaming, anything to get someone’s attention. I yelled one explicative after another at the man, to which he and his horde responded: “women can’t talk like that to a man.” After a few minutes of me screaming my ass off, he backed away. To my knowledge, no one even flinched.