PUBLIC HARASSMENT: I MET A MALE FRIEND AT…

I met a male friend at a brewery. We sat outside. I was sort of hungover/motion sick from spending the weekend at a lake house but I thought a beer would help. (I was wrong!) This brewery has big, garage-style windows that they had open as it was warm and beautiful out. I walked inside to get a beer and right near the bar was a table of older men (maybe between 45 and 65). Almost immediately I overhear “purple shirt” and “yeah, I would!” I look around and realize I am the only one in a purple shirt. I sigh. I’m not feeling well and assume this’ll be the end of it so I grab my beer and go back to my table. Within minutes, these men are not bothering to whisper as they CONTINUE to talk about me, very sexually and very obviously. I see other tables glance my way, even the bartenders, but no one said a word. Between the hangover and the gross things I had to hear them say, I felt very nauseous but didn’t dare get up to walk past them again to the bathroom. I sat with my friend until he finished his beer and we both left. Afterwards, I kicked myself for not speaking up, I usually do. But I got even more upset at everyone watching and hearing this happen and not daring to speak up. These men were a lot of “talk” and I’m fortunate that was all, but it reminded me why I need to continue to stand up for those that are afraid to do so themselves. I would never want anyone to feel what I felt that day knowing I could intervene and shut it down. It reminded me to continue to be better.

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