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When I was 15 I was walking out of a movie theater with my father when a group of three slightly drunk men who looked to be in their early/mid twenties approached my father and asked if he had a light.
My father told them no and we began to walk away when one of the men shouted to my father to “tell your daughter hi, she’s welcome to join us- we’ll show her a good time!”
The group of men all laughed and made crude gestures. Thankfully, my father and I were already walking away at this point, and we did not encounter them again- although they threw one last “sweetheart” my way as we turned the corner.
I had gone to the store with my mom. As usual, I left her to get the things I needed when I realized this older man was always around me. I thought I was being paranoid about it since I get paranoid easily. However, as I was looking through the music section, he walks by really close and whispers “mm mm mmmm” to where I could hear.
I looked right at him and he looked me dead in the eyes and I ran away. I found some loose but sharp screws lying on a shelf so I put them between my knuckles in case he came near me again. He kept following me so I kept walking the other way. I’m not going back to that store for a long time.
I was walking to the train station at lunch time when a man crossed the road toward me while I was waiting to cross the other way. He stood right next to me, trying to look down my top and talking on the phone about what he would like to do to ‘this girl’.
When I began to cross he yelled ‘look at that ass go’ and followed me for five minutes, stopping and starting so I wouldn’t think he followed me. I walked up some stairs and he touched my leg and I think he took a photo up my skirt.
Once I reached the train station he kept watching me for a few more minutes but I didn’t move so he eventually left. I was really scared and thought he might grab me or worse.
I want to hollaback!
I was introduced to a guy by a friend back in highschool and from the first day I met him I did not like him. The first day I hung out with him he attempted to put his hand between my legs, to which I pushed him away. Unfortunately that was not the last time I felt violated by this prick. Since the first day there have been many times that I would see him and he would walk behind me, following me and call out “damn nice ass”. He has also sent me really perverted texts.
Some guy made gross noises to me as I walked past
I was getting an order to go at a restaurant and some guy called out, “GodDAMN”. All I want is to get food in peace.
Walking down THE STREET I LIVE ON only to have a man say to me in passing “Hey blondie, can I smell your pussy?”
Not okay, not appropriate, and I’m not going to let it intimidate me.
Honked at while walking near the mall
Some time ago my sister and I entered a shoe store to look around. An employee came up to me and at first seemed friendly, even if a little invasive. At one point he told me to smile and said something along the lines of ‘We should get working’ and did a lewd little dance. I was completely speechless and didn’t know what to say, so I went to my sister, who spoke to one of the employees, and from there we found out he was the manager. I was 15 at the time, and needless to say my sister and I haven’t stepped foot (haha) in that store since.
At around 22:45 on Wednesday, December 18th, I was walking from work to a restaurant that is open all night with free wifi with the intentions of finishing my last papers of the semester. It isn’t particularly cold out right now, but I expect it will be later, so I brought an incredibly large down coat. When I was about two blocks away from the restaurant, a car full of men screamed at me to show them my tits.
It is dark out and I was by myself, but I have walked this route many times before without issue, so I didn’t react. When I didn’t react, they turned around and continued yelling. I was nearing the restaurant, so I crossed through the parking lot at the same time that two older gentlemen did. I opened the door and they followed me in, so the hostess assumed we were together. When she offered to set a table for three, I said “No, just one.” The men behind me, who are easily older than my father, told me that she could set a table for three if I wanted, and I refused staunchly. They called me a bitch as I followed the hostess to a table. I am so furious that I am shaking.
The picture is a selfie I took a while back in the coat for reference. It is several sizes too large for layering purposes, and it literally goes down to the tops of my boots.