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I am visiting Santa Fe for a wedding. While my boyfriend and his friends were out at the bachelor party, I decided to take a walk to stretch my legs and explore the town square. I’m wearing a track jacket, unflattering shorts and dirty hair. I got some ice cream and picked up the local alt weekly. On the walk home, a car full of dudes pulled up beside me. It was very dark and I couldn’t see them. One yelled, “Yo, you have some sexy legs, what time do they open?” It startled me and made me mad, so I flipped them off. One yelled something about me sticking my middle finger in my ass. They rounded the corner of the block I was walking on, and one yelled, “When can I hit it?” as they disappeared.
I flashed back to a time when I was a young teenager and a harasser had circled the block while I was taking a walk. It really scared me, so I ran as far as I could, hoping I could beat them before they circled the block. They didn’t come back, but I went home alone and freaked out.
I just was about to walk down into the sky train station with a group of my girlfriends when a man on a bike went past us whistled and yelled damn girl and kept biking away.
I stopped at Walgreens before a dressy event, and I was in a short dress and high heels. Before I crossed half of the parking lot, someone leaned out of his parked car, honked the horn, and yelled “hey baby!” I glared at him and said “NO.” A few seconds later he repeated himself and I said “that is not okay” and continued in.
When I came out, he was still there, and yelled something like “how you doin?” At this point, I stopped and walked toward him (I know, I know–I was livid but shouldn’t have approached). I said “Don’t do that. It is not flattering for you to yell at me from across a parking lot when I’m walking by myself. It’s creepy.” Of course he had some lame excuse about thinking I was someone he knew, and said I was overreacting anyway.
I was walking to work and a man shouted, “hey, beautiful!” from across the street. I said “NO” without making eye contact. He tried again, this time with gorgeous. I said no again. “I’m just trying to say hi,” he said. “That’s not how you say hi,” I sternly replied. Thankfully, he kept walking.
After returning a car I used for work, I was walking home at 10pm through my usually safe urban-residential neighborhood. A car came speeding around the corner, and the guy driving (about 19 years old, with a bunch of other guys in the car) looks at me and yells out the window, “Fuck you, you fucking bitch!” I was just walking down the sidewalk in a running jacket and a long skirt. I don’t take this personally but hate that attacking women on their own on the sidewalk at night is his way to show off to his friends how high or callous he is.
A young man harassed my partner and I outside her office. He said, “I wish I was like you” to which I asked him to just go away and stop talking. I should have said I wish you were like me too so you would know why what you are doing is harassment and offensive.
I don’t have a car, so I ride my bike home from work everyday. On my way home I was stopped by a red light in the left hand turn lane, and some guy in a truck pulled up next to me in the straight lane. He looked over at me and says, “Hey, you’re pretty. What’s your name?”
I had NO idea who this guy was, so I waited a few seconds, eyes still on the light to see if it would turn green, and then hes says, “Hey-”
I look over at him, push my sunglasses down far enough so he can see my eyes, glare at him for a half second, then replace my sunglasses and resume looking at the light. He didn’t say another word.
Some dude I dont know followed me for 5 blocks… He was wearing sunglasses and was maybe 9 inches behind me the whole time . Another stranger came up to me and told me there was some guy watching me.. so it must have been obvious he was following me.
I got honked at by a greasy frat boy in a beat-up car while walking home from my summer camp. I am thirteen years old and I look like it. I’m glad he didn’t try to shout anything out the car window at me, but afterwards I felt so violated and helpless and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
Walking to the convenience store, I got shouted at and honked at from a car with a few men in it. “Hello! Hello! You’re beautiful! Shiroi!” (White!)
As I came out of the store, the shouted at me again, the same things with “Are you from gay?”
They panicked when I took their picture.