A guy offered me a beer as I ran past in my running clothes. He was with a bunch of friends and looked drunk. This happened by my house.
Dude stared at me and said some ridiculous shit :/
I was walking my dog around the apartment couple in which I live and two men were in their car smoking. I don’t know if they live here or not. As I passed their car they called out to me saying “hey, I want to fuck you.” And when I didn’t acknowledge them and kept walking, they yelled after me in graphic detail what they wanted to do to me.
I was walking back home from the train station and saw some construction workers installing a new window in one of the houses I was passing by. I looked at it to see what they were doing. When I had nearly passed them, one of the men ‘meowed’ at me. He literally meowed. Very loud. Like a cat. I guess that’s how ‘Catcalls’ got the meaning they have today. I didn’t react, because I had already had the worst day and knew I was going to cry and also because I was in a mixture of disgust, feeling strange and trying to figure out if that really just happened right now. Until this day I get upset about not going back and talking to the guy.
Antes, tenía que coger un bus y un tren para llegar al trabajo.
Cada vuelta, en el corto trayecto del bus al tren, pasaba por la Avenida de Colón. El portero de un edificio estaba siempre esperando en su portal, fuera, y siempre que pasaba por delante, que era inevitable, me soltaba un par de “piropos”. Hasta que un día, que ya había soportado a unos obreros en la misma calle, me planté y le dije que dejara de opinar sobre mi aspecto. Me respondió: ¿es que no te gusta que te digan guapa?
Previously, I had to catch a bus and a train to get to work.
Each time, in the short bus ride to the train, we passed through the Avenida de Colón. The doorman of a building was always waiting in the door, outside, and whenever he passed in front, it was inevitable, he let out a couple of “compliments”. Until one day, when I had already endured some workers in the street, I stood and told him to stop commenting on my appearance. He answered: do you not like being told that you’re pretty?
I was walking back home from the train station and noticed a man walking in front of me. It was dark already and I passed by him and saw another girl walking in front of me. I passed by her too, but slowed my pace a little, because I had a strange feeling and the girl had already turned around when I had walked behind her, so I thought: She might feel better if I don’t walk away.
As we were going on in the same direction I could here that the man started to talk to her to which the girl replied something like: “No,no,sorry…I don’t know…” repeatedly.
I could hear from 10 meters away that she was uncomfortable in this situation and just wanted the guy to go away, but as some of you might know situations like this – he kept on talking to her. I stopped on one corner to keep watching over her, but that’s when the situation ended and the man walked away. I could still see that the girl was a little confused so I went to see if everything was ok and I told her, that I had heard everything and walked slowly to make sure she wasn’t alone. She said the guy was really strange and I guess she was happy about the support.
I just regret not having turned around earlier to say something to address this!
I’m a 17 year old girl who has never, once in her life been cat called. I’d always thought that if it were to happen, I’d be able to respond quickly and sassy. It was a sunny day in San Diego, and my family and I had just finished eating at Anthony’s Fish Grotto. I was trailing a little behind because I was taking pictures and just enjoying the day. As we walked down the street, two middle aged guys came walking towards me. I didn’t really know what to do, and I assumed they were going to ask for directions or something of the sort. Still, it felt strange. I tried to step around them, but one sort of stepped in front of me. By this point, my family was pretty far ahead and I was panicked. One of them whistled and said “Hey gorgeous! How about I be your drunk tour guide in bed?” while the other one tired to swing his arm around me. I stepped back and walked quickly towards my parents while the other one told me to “Cheer up already.” They trailed behind me for a little while and actually followed until we entered the Mid Way Museum, when they finally left.
I didn’t really mention anything, because I was so confused and uncomfortable. I felt creeped out and all of a sudden my shorts felt way to short. I wore my jacket despite the heat and kept looking over my shoulder expecting them to show up again. I felt like some sort of piece of meat, and I hated being scared. I was so mad at myself for not saying anything and for running away. We are here in San Diego for another 6 days, and honestly, I don’t want to leave the hotel. I don’t want to wear swimsuits or shorts. I feel violated in some way and I don’t know if I’m being overdramatic but I’m 17 and they were old and it just felt gross. I just do not know what to do.
When I entered the town hall and proceeded to the waiting area, I passed a family including a guy in approximately his twenties. I didn’t get a good look but when I passed, I heard the typical clucking/chirping noise one gets from men trying to attract your attention. I tried to tell myself I was overreacting and not to judge so quickly.
When I was called up for my appointment I walked past the group again. I saw the guy approach me from the corner of my eye and he said something to me in a language I couldn’t understand. It was obviously offensive though, made so much more obvious by the fact that one of his female relatives said something to him which sounded like a shocked admonishment of what he had said (again: foreign language).
After my appointment, I had to walk past him a third time – this time already nervously anticipating another comment. He walked toward me again, however refrained from a comment this time.
I think many men probably cannot understand how frustrating even seemingly minor incidents like these are. I HATE when men say something obviously disgusting to me in a language I can’t understand. I KNOW what they most likely said, but feel like I lack the “proof” in order to be able to say something about it. Quite apart from the fact that I can never think of a good comeback fast enough.
I was loading groceries into the back of my car at 7:30 at night in the dark. Two men came up to me, asking me if I was a “nasty girl” because I looked like a “nasty girl” who would “be out on the town tonight.” I was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. I ignored them and shoved the groceries into the back of my car as quickly as possible. With the key in hand, I turned and faced them dead on, shoved my shopping cart at them, and jumped in my car just in time to hear one say, “That was rude, you dumb bitch.” Then I drove away as quickly as possible. I realize this was relatively “harmless,” but the fact that I was alone in the dark in a parking lot actually made it quite terrifying. How can a person know when a comment is going to go from just words to actions? Very scary.
It was a hot day and I was walking from the university campus back to my car. A man in a pickup truck drove by me slowly on one street. I cut through a parking lot to the next street where my car was, and as I got into my car, the pickup truck approached from the opposite direction. The man leaned out of the window and asked for directions to a nearby street. I pointed straight ahead, rather vaguely, and he didn’t look. He just leaned out of the window and said, “Do you want to fuck?” I said, “Go away!” and then rolled up my window, locked my door, and drove away. Fortunately, I was already in the car when he said that, so I didn’t panic; I could just hit the lock and turn the key. At the time, I thought about a rash of rapes that had happened in that neighborhood, and I remembered hearing on the news that the rapist had been caught. I felt silly for thinking of a serial rapist, just because a man had said, “Do you want to fuck?” but he was really creepy, I was very young, and I didn’t know what to think about it.For years afterward, when I recalled that day, the detail that stuck in my mind was that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Now I wonder if by remembering that detail, I was thinking maybe it was my fault. It was just such an automatic response to wonder if I’d done something to provoke it. So stupid. He was just a nasty creep and I happened to cross his path.