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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.
approaching a crosswalk, a tall (6′) man catcalled me heavily (“hey baby, let me put it in you, talk to me bitch”) so I replied “Just so you know, most women don’t like that. I don’t like it, please stop.” He then said maybe he should put two bullets in the back of my head.
Manager of a restaurant hanging out on the street trying to convince people to come in–grabbed me by the elbow and said “hey beautiful,” trying to steer me into the restaurant. He has said something along that line every time I’ve walked past (it’s on the way to my work parking lot). I just want to walk to my car and go home, creep!
I was at a hotel on a family vacation. I was walking past one of their restaurants where all the windows and doors were open. As I walked past one of the windows a man got up from his seat stuck his head at the window, and yelled “you’re really pretty!” I ignored him. He then walked out of the restaurant got in my face, and said “you should say thank you when someone compliments you” then he walked away. I’m fifteen.
I live in Brazil, where street harassment is not only common, but any girl that answers back is seen as a stuck up b*tch. My latest experience with street harassment was when a cop screamed “hottie” at me. He was carrying a gun on his hands. I was too scared to complain and demand his name and badge number. If cops are supposed to serve and protect, what should I do when they verbally attack me? I feel hopeless.
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.