groping, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: “He got pissed when I said no”

I live in Maryland right outside of DC. When I was at the liquor store some guy told me several times how pretty I am, how much he liked my hair, etc. it was clear that he was drunk. He then proceeded to ask to come over and drink with me. He came close and started to touch my hair.

He got pissed when I said no and I eventually gave him a fake number to get him to leave me alone. The store owner had to step in when this guy started yelling. It was awful.

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demonstration, Story, Verbal

Ligeia’s Story: Creepers uninvited

I was walking into a grocery store near a Starbucks with my friend (we were later gonna have coffee at Starbucks with my voice teacher), and these two guys pass me by, give me the elevator eyes and said, “Hey girl! Where’s the party at?”
I responded with, “In my pants, but you’re not invited.” And they shut up and left me alone.

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groping, Story, Verbal, youth

Kaeli’s Story: “He was usually such a nice guy”

I was in my Band class during a week of free days. During free days, we are allowed to do practically whatever we want in the class so long as we stay inside, obey school rules, and don’t bother the directors. Well, I was hanging out with some friends of mine. We were talking, enjoying ourselves, and being a typical group of high school girls. We saw a fellow student whom we knew looking confused and lonely by himself so we invited him to our group. He was a cute but kinda awkward guy who used to date a friend of ours. Well, over the course of the week, he became paticularly interested in me. He started off staring at my boobs (which I was used to from guys so I didn’t think anything of it). He slowly progressed to grabbing and fondling my boobs, touching my ass, and generally harassing me.

I never did anything about it or even called him out on it because he was usually such a nice guy, and he never did anything like this to his ex girlfriend so I assumed that it was fine and just me. At that time, I already was not comfortable with my figure because of the harassment I had heard about some of my friends and was trying to hide my figure. I did have other friends around at the time, but they didn’t do anything, probably because they had also been harassing me.

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Story, Verbal, youth

Claire’s Story: Walking with her father

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.

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Stalking, Story, Verbal

Kim’s Story: “I thought I was being paranoid”

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.

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groping, Story, upskirt, Verbal

Justine’s Story: Creeper at the station

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.

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groping, Story, Verbal, youth

HOLLA ON THE GO: “I felt violated”

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.

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Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Street harassment turned threats of violence

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.

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groping, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Restaurant worker’s inappropriate advances

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!

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Story, Verbal, youth

Brianna’s Story: Harassed and confronted

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.

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