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I was walking down Hertel Ave by myself this afternoon, on my way home from the bank, minding my own business. I questioned my choice to wear leggings instead of jeans with my tunic before I left the house for this exact reason, but told myself that it shouldn’t matter and that I was strong enough to overcome any unwelcome comments. Well sure enough an older male came up from behind me on his bike and turned as he passed me to get a good up and down as he said “you so fiiine”. He almost hit a pole as he turned to continue on, and I wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to have actually hit it. I was so skeeved out and uncomfortable, but I managed to reply “f*ck you, I hope you get hit by a car”. I continued on my way home but when I saw him get off his bike and stop up ahead of me, I choose to turn down a side street just to avoid going past him again. I hate that I allowed this creep to even affect my day and my route home but it was less painful than passing him again and giving him another opportunity to make more unwanted comments or worse.
So I was walking to get lunch and some tall guy walked over and put his arms around me, saying things like,”hey babe,” and touching my hair and saying,”I like redheads.” Of course, I was furious at him and attempted to push him off. He seemed pretty shocked and kept asking if I was his girlfriend. I just gave him a death glare and ran, but men, I swear, they drive me nuts.
About a month ago, I was waiting for my train at 10 in the morning, and an older gentleman at the bus stop started complaining about the safety of train car joints. Whatever. I try to be polite to older people, so I nodded along and said things like “Sure.” Then all the sudden, the conversation completely changed: “You have pretty green eyes. Not like the blue white devil eyes.” This is getting awkward, so I started using all the stances to put up more physical distance. Another man walks up. Good.At this point I could use help. Then the older man makes another awkward comment and the new comer walks away from us to the other end of the platform. The older guy steps uncomfortably closer. “You have honey green eyes. You can be my honey.” I glared at him and said no. He took a step back, but kept up a steady stream of comments till the train came. It wasn’t my first instance of harassment at that train stop. There’s a pattern. So I reported it to the metro and asked that they contact me in response to discuss options for women’s security on that route. I have never heard back.
I have a new job that I love with an incredibly chill, great boss. It’s customer service at a food joint and the vast majority of the customers I interact with daily are men and they’re perfectly polite, lovely people. My job is a small business, so my boss loves any regular customers and one in particular is so beloved, he get’s everything free. When I first started a few weeks ago, I enjoyed chatting and joking around with this (significantly older) man when he’d come by for his coffee and I had some downtime. I thought he seemed rather sweet.
I’ve mentioned the fact I’m in a long term relationship with my boyfriend numerous times, but somehow he used that subject the first time he said something that made me uncomfortable. I said something about how it sometimes irked me we always have to hang out at my place since I have the luxury of privacy while my boyfriend doesn’t and this customer said “Well, he always wants to hang out there so he can fuck you”. I quickly brushed it off with an awkward chuckle. Since then, he would make inappropriate comments regarding my sex life with my boyfriend from out of nowhere, but I continued to brush it off.
He started greeting me by calling me “Gorgeous” each time he came by for his daily coffee and, while at first I thought it was harmless, there’s a strong, flirtatious tone to his voice as he says it. Last week, I said something about having just turned 28 and he admitted he had thought I was much younger. I explained that I got that a lot from people, that I guess I must look closer to my early 20’s than almost 30, but despite being constantly carded for cigarettes, I doubt I pass for a teenager. His voice took on an even huskier, more flirtatious tone when he replied “No, you definitely look like a teenager, you could pass for 17, without a doubt!”…the way he said it was as if this was an incredible turn on for him and it absolutely made my skin crawl.
The next day as I was leaning over the counter, he abruptly pushed his face uncomfortably close to mine, as if he hoped to kiss me, but I quickly recoiled and just gave yet another awkward chuckle. By this point, I’m not trying to actively engage in conversation anymore, I’m just doing my best as my boss’s sole customer service rep to be friendly to the favorite regular. I use work I need to get done as an excuse to leave the conversations, but he still insists on hanging around the counter in silence, just watching me.
He’s even coming by without any interest in the promise of free coffee now, this man is swinging by more often and clearly just to visit me.
For work, my boss knows I’m an artist and asked me to draw something for the business and I happily complied; I drew a neo-traditional style pin-up girl who is wearing just a cook’s apron draped across her front, tied at the back with red high heels as she smiles and holds a tray of food. It is pretty racy, but the customers are not offended and I’m personally just a fan of old pin-up artwork. The other customers regularly compliment the drawing, telling me I should become a tattoo artist (something I’d once wanted to do, truthfully), but it stupidly hadn’t occurred to me the sexy nature of the pin-up girl drawing would make things worse with this one man.
Today, the man came by for his regular visit, right when he knows I have nothing to do for awhile, and despite my clear disinterest in chatting, he wouldn’t give up on trying to get his daily chat with me. I don’t even know what prompted him to say this, but he said “That drawing’s very good, you’re very talented. That’s a very sexy woman, she’s HOT…” and as I was about to give a lukewarm thank you, he continued with “I bet business would seriously pick up if YOU started coming into work dressed like that! Just an apron, nothin’ underneath!”. His tone and vibe were without a doubt in full on ‘hitting on you’ mode, this wasn’t a casual joke.
He’s expressed the fact he thinks I’m “gorgeous”, that I could pass for an underage girl (and that it’s ‘hot’), he’s made lewd comments about my boyfriend and I having sex and now he straight up tells me he wants to see me come to work in nothing but an apron and heels. I step away from the counter, give my now standard awkward chuckle and mutter “No, no, I’m good wearing dirty flannel shirts, jeans and boots…” and I quickly add, hoping he’ll finally get the hint, “Plus, it would really suck to come to work and get sexually harassed. I’m really not trying to have that.”
He just laughed, said something along the lines of “Oh c’mon, I think you’d look pretty hot” and “It’d be fun! For the business!”, but I was so uncomfortable and embarrassed that…I don’t know, my mind kind of blocked him out. I quickly excused myself, citing certain work that needed to be done and got away from the guy.
Tonight, I logged onto Facebook, see I have a friend request and, lo and behold, it’s him. I’m FB friend’s with my boss, he must have found me through his friend’s list. I’m deeply uncomfortable, I’m thoroughly creeped out, his behavior is just escalating despite how clearly NOT into it I am. I do NOT want him as a FB friend, god only knows why he thought it’d be appropriate to seek me out and send me the request, I just want the guy to go back to being a polite, friendly, chatty customer.
I’m afraid to complain to my boss because of this particular customer being one of his buddies and a respected regular. I’m also, frankly, embarrassed by the idea of creating ‘a scene’ if my boss did decide to confront this man and demand he cut out the gross behavior. I don’t know if it will be seen as me making a big deal out of nothing…I don’t want to mess up this job, I sincerely enjoy everything else about it. I don’t know how to handle this. Creeps on the street, you can tell them to f*ck right off. I can’t do that with this man.
Yes I was followed by a Creepy guy 2days ago on the street where I live he was in a suv I was with my mom he thought it was funny but clearly being sexually harassed or followed is not a laughing matter I seriously think this is a good forum for women to talk about this so we can put a end to it
I was walking back to the parked car with another friend early evening last week, when we saw a group of three college-aged guys drunkenly stumbling along the other side of the street. One of them starts yelling at me, “Why don’t you come over and suck my dick? Ching chong chung chong.” I flipped them off and kept on walking. Charleston is normally a laid back place, just did not expect something like this to happen here.
I just turned 18 a few months ago but I look really young because of I’m a petite with short hair. So I was shopping with my family. And I was just roaming around this grocery store which was very crowded till these two guys of about 40 years kept following me in the store. Being followed by creepy guys is something I’ve gotten used to but they hardly ever comment on you. Until I was standing and just looking at some canes, that you walk with, and this far old dickhead came up to me like real close, like super close and said with a smirk, ‘ don’t hit me with those’
I felt extremely violated that first he was standing super close to me and then what he said to me. And I was so extremely grosses out and wanted to throw up. I made a real nasty face like I had seen the ugliest shit ever and in a shocked tone I said what the fuckkk and quickly walked away. I walked away to where my dad and mom were standing. And told them I wanted to go home now and we left soon afterwards. I was honestly so disgusted by what had happened. What a fucking pedophile and suitcase! I could’ve easily been the same age as his daughter.
I was walking to work from the bus station right across the street from the public library. There was a small group of guys on some steps across the street from me in the direction I had to walk to work. I’m super socially anxious, so I didn’t look at them even though I could hear them yelling at me. They were trying to grab my attention and when they couldn’t by the time I was walking past them one of them screamed “FUCKING WHORE!” at me. I quit my job a few days later because I didn’t feel safe near the bus station anymore.
I was in London on business, for the first time I’d come by myself. Once finished I went to the Westfield Shopping Centre at 3 in the afternoon. I was wearing a shirt that was buttoned all the way up, not that it should matter in the slightest. Two guys started walking either side of me in the middle of the shopping centre, one yelled, ‘Great boobs’, whilst the other made growling noises. I felt really intimidated and upset, and ended up going home shortly after. Mostly I felt humiliated, there were lots of people around, no one said anything to these men. This is one story of so many incidents I’ve experienced.
Walking my dog at 10 o’clock, apparently the new things is to have speakers installed on the outside your car and a microphone so you can more anonymously make women uncomfortable enemy you pull up beside them and cat call, backing up slowly add we walk past. Uncomfortable enough that I went and got my boyfriend and you immediately felt scared off and decided to leave me alone. Leaving me wishing I had confronted you myself, because my martial arts training means I probably could’ve kicked your ass myself, but I don’t feel that kind of confidence.