oo oo oo i got 2 for ya'll.
when i was 8 months pregnant with my daughter, ok im talkin' as big as a house! theres no way you cant tell i'm pregnant. ok so im sittin' out at a bus stop & a 50-ish looking' guy drove up, stopped, opened his passenger side door & stared lovingly at me & licked his lips for a good minute before asing me if i wanted a ride. talk about HOLY CRAP! i almost shot outta there like a bat outta hell.
wait can i say that here? sorry...
anyways, i swallowed the ball of terror in my throat, remained calm, shook my head & politely told him to keep on drivin'. he did.
THEN no more then a month goes by & im riding a bus home, still heavily pregnant with my daughter. i got off at my stop & some toothless old guy in his 60's, maybe 70's, gets off too. ok no big deal right?
im walkin' walkin' walkin', ignoring him.
then i realize he's actually following me.
now, i lived alone at that time & all kinds of horrifying visions of what's about to happen to me should i continue walking home with this guy tailing me pops into my head.
i was on the verge of tears. but again, i swallowed that ball of terror in my throat, closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath, let it out slowly & turned around to face him.
i said " can i help you?"
he said " i wanna walk you home."
i said " well, im sorry, but today's not your lucky day, buddy. i dont need an escort home. thank you though."
i continued to walk away from him & he paused, then caught up to me saying
" but i wanna walk you home."
i said " look if my boyfriend sees you following me he might kill you, he's crazy like that. please stop following me." & i made a turn onto a residential street away from my apartment complex. he thought about what i said & then turned around and walked back the way we'd came, back to the bus stop we'd gotten off at.
when he was gone i let out a 1/2 sob, 1/2 sigh of relief & walked to my apartment, shaking violently. that was the last time i went anywhere alone.
i've been mistaken for a prostitute numerous times & i wasnt even wearing anything provocative! cops have even stopped me, asking what i was doin', where i was goin' & all that.
dang man!
i mean, am i really that attractive or somethin'?
i've actually seen some really nasty lookin' prostitutes, ok i'm talkin' you wont touch them with a 10 ft pole kinda nasty.
but yet here i am gettin picked on by cops & hit on & followed by raunchy old men.
what gives?!