I was on the 590 bus to work and a guy made space for me to sit on a packed bus. He then proceeded to talk to me sexually, touch my hair and fall asleep on my shoulder repeatedly.
Washington DC, Shaw, Florida Ave NW. We passed each other in the crosswalk and he reached out and stroked my arm. I swerved out of the way and stared at him in shock. He looked back at me like “yeah, I did that, what are you gonna do about it?”
Paseando en el casco antiguo de Lugo, un señor de unos sesenta y pico años, fumando un puro, vino hacia mí de frente y me empujó y apretó entre su cuerpo y la pared diciendo “guapa quieres ser mi amiga?” Me libré de él, pero media hora después me piyó mirando un escaparate y volvió a empotrarme contra la pared. No pasó de ahí, no me sujetó al intentar marchar. Pero era pleno día y la calle estaba llena. Nadie dijo ni hizo nada ante esa situación …
Walking in the old town of Lugo, a man of about sixty-odd years, smoking a cigar, came straight towards me and pushed me and squeezed between his body and the wall saying “beautiful wanna be my friend?” I got rid of him, but half an hour later I was looking at a showcase and he trapped me back against the wall. It didn’t happen there, I was grabbed when trying to leave. But it was broad daylight and the street was full. Nobody said or did anything to this situation …
Siempre que paso por el supermercado Ahorramás de Altamirano en Madrid, sus empleados me hacen comentarios inapropiados. Después de quejarme a su superior hoy me han dicho al pasar que “el cementerio esta lleno de mujeres bonitas”. Tengo el video. Lamentable.
Whenever I pass by the Ahorramás of Altamirano supermarket in Madrid, its employees make inappropriate comments at me. After complaining to their superiors today they told me in passing that “the graveyard is full of beautiful women.” I have the video. Terrible.
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!