But no amount of ignoring seemed to discourage him and I began to get angry. Why should *I* feel upset and uncomfortable, when it’s *him* being rude, arrogant, intimidating and a complete idiot. How dare he?!
I started plotting and, inspired by sites like the fantastic Holla Back NYC – If you can’t slap ’em, Snap ’em I got out my phone and took a photo of him with it. (The guy in question is the one sitting down, I’ve pixellated the entirely innocent guy walking behind him).
He realised what I was doing and looked duly horrified, and from then until we left the pub, he didn’t even glance at me. I hope I scared him, like he had scared me.
And the photo is above. It’s unfortunately not a very clear one, but still worth sharing, methinks. It makes me feel better anyway. Ha, you bastard.
How DARE you make me feel self-conscious? How DARE you make me feel like I should put a jumper on to cover up my barely-visible-anyway cleavage? How DARE you make me feel embarrassed? How DARE you scrutinise my movements and mouth sexual suggestions to me? How DARE you treat ANY WOMAN like a piece of meat? Whatever the fuck was going on in your head was YOUR problem and you made me feel like it was MY problem and MY fault.
You’re a total idiot misogynist bastard and I actually hate you. Don’t do it again. I mean that.