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This incident happened around 5pm on 1st September 2015. It occurred outside building 51 opposite to Dracula’s.
I was just exiting RMIT Building 51 after finishing up some coursework , and was heading to the parking lot below building 51 to get my bicycle when I witnessed a man yelling at a cab driver. Thinking it was over a fare dispute (He was making a commotion about money, punching the car window on the driver’s passenger side), I ignored the affair until the said man stopped yelling and followed me into the carpark, attempting to proposition me for sex, saying he “Would give me money”. Alarm bells went off in my head, so I did the best Death Metal yell I could muster to stall him as he already showed that he could get physical, and it worked, thanks to the acoustics of the building.
Taken aback, he begun to avoid me, but decided to showcase his machismo by trying to confront and follow me again, this time raising his voice and shouting.
Frustrated, as I thought he would leave me alone like other creeps I experienced in the past, I turned around to have a good look at him while formulating an exit plan, and reached into my pocket for my student i.d that would unlock the bicycle cage. I intended to lock myself in the bike cage until he left, and considered using my bike lock (A U-lock) as a weapon if needed.
Fortunately, after having a good look at him and memorising his physical traits, he avoided me and took to an unlit corner of the parking lot and stayed there, allowing me to get safely into the bike cage without being locked in with him.
A short while later, two other cyclists showed up and I notified them of the man and what he did. The man left quickly.
Sadly, I do not have a picture of the man as I thought it was unsafe to retrieve my phone, due the constant state of vigilance I needed to exercise in the situation.
Many thanks for reading this, and I hope it will help you stay safe.
My friend and I were walking in town to find something to eat, we were about 15 and as we crossed a main road a blue truck came past yelling things at us. I don’t fully remember what they said now but I remember feeling upset and as we walked away they came back, and we ran to the subway across the road feeling very scared. We watched as they circled back and drove past the front doors until eventually leaving. I was afraid to leave the subway for a while.
This happened quite a few years ago but haven’t forgotten it.
Happened in Noosa Sunshine Coast QLD, and since I have just come across this site I though I might share.
I had joined a performance team at my high school and we were asked to sell old clothes at to raise money for our performance team traveling to compete.
I was standing in the primary school with my teacher and teammates ( there was a area where lots of people where selling second hand goods and handmade items) and this old man (grey haired probably 60 or older) came up to me and said “how much are you”?. I was 13 a the time and was to confused to say anything back, I just smiled politely not fully understanding what had happened as he laughed and walked off. My teacher told me that I had handled the situation very well and as I got older and understood the creepiness of what he said I wish I had off told him “20 – life”. Im mostly disappointed in my airhead teacher who just listened and congratulated me for saying nothing back. She should have said something.
To add to this story two years later I was working in a shop and another old man asked me how much I cost.
My friend and I were walking down a busy street and we were simply chatting about some new clothes we had bought earlier, and my friend exclaimed that her jeans “were a tight squeeze” to which a male passerby approximately mid 20’s thought it was necessary to interject sleazily “I love a tight squeeze”.
We were, and still to this day appalled, felt invaded, and simply disgusted by this act of street harassment. I don’t think I have ever forgotten that moment, and I want to make sure that my daughter, best friend, sister and any woman or man has to go through that invasion of personal privacy ever.
Walking on a footpath when 4WD came speeding down suburban street. I mouthed slowdown but he was going so fast it wasn’t really to him. I was just shocked at his speed. He sped on, then stopped, opened his window and called out: “you fucking slut!” Was a metallic 4WD. I should have got a photo of the car but I was so shocked at what happened. It was so unexpected.
I recently moved to New York from my native country and was trying to figure my way back to my apartment it was about 9 pm. Suddenly a man started walking beside me saying “hey beautiful wanna go somewhere. ” I tried to ignore him thinking that if I did he would get fed up and go away. But he didn’t. He continued saying “what you don’t like black? ” “too big for you? ” I thought it was enough and said leave me alone but he caught up on my accent saying that if “I can’t face NYC then I should have just stayed in Asia ” and walked away cursing me. I don’t know of I feel the same about NYC anymore .
I was standing on the subway platform, minding my own business and I looked up to see some guy passing by, leering at me and looking me up and down. When I made eye contact, he thought I was ready to flirt with him and he cracked a smile and said ‘hellooo!’ Ugh, nope. THEN, I got on the train and after a few stops a guy sat diagonal from me and just kept staring at me. I wanted to take it easy as I had a long ride ahead of me, but I could feel his eyes focusing on my legs. I just wanted to hide in my coat. When I got off at my station and walked to work, I was again met by ‘helloooo, good afternoon’ in front of a building I try to avoid, but didn’t today. What is up with today?
I was walking to the 2 train to go visit a friend when a guy who walked pass me did a 180 and started following me. And by following, I mean was on top of me. His body was literally touching mine as I was walking, asking for my phone number and if I would be his girlfriend. In that moment I went into “fight or flight” mentality that so many of us women find ourselves in. Do I just stay quiet and keep walking, hoping he goes away? Or do I turn around and face my potential attacker? At first I quietly declined his advances, although his body was pushing me to walk faster. I was quickly looking for people who were close by or open businesses that I might be able to walk in to. Then I increased my request for him to leave me alone by simply stating I would call the police if he didn’t leave me alone. This persisted for several blocks, so I finally stopped in my tracks, looked him in the eye and yelled at the top of my lungs “Leave me the fuck alone or I swear to God I will fucking choke the shit out of you!” He laughed and finally walked away.
A man snuck up behind me when I was putting some vegetables in my cart. He was probably in his 50s. Goes “You know how to make those taste real good, girly?” Very close to me and blocking my cart. I said, “What?” Trying to figure out what to say next. He repeated himself without the “girly”, so I told him I roast them. He tried to keep talking so I politely told him I needed to finish shopping so I could go back to work, and backed up when he didn’t move out of my way. He followed me and continued to talk, and I only lost him when he wanted me to follow him down one aisle and I went the other way without saying anything. I left immediately and kept looking over my shoulder because I was afraid he would come up behind me again. I was in a public place so I was probably fine, but still not fun to feel like you’re being followed.
A guy catcalled me in front of my mom. I told him to shut the fu** up and he yelled at me asking why I couldn’t take a compliment and threw a magazine at me.