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So, it doesn't happen often that I get hit on. In general males seem to be about a interested in me as ducks are in astrophysics. Most ducks don't care about astrophysics... they care about breadcrumbs and other delicious things.
Occasionally though, I need to deal with male attention. Sometimes it's positive, sometimes it's not.
On Saturday night I had to deal with some attention that was less than ideal.
I don't know what it is about teenagers, but they find me fascinating. Why? I don't fucking know. About 9 times out of 10 if I'm going to be harassed in public, it's going to be by a teenager.
So Saturday night I was on the Red Line, on my way to meet up with friends to go see the Art on Track show. I got on at Chicago at the far end of the platform so I wouldn't need to deal with the stupid suburbanites who were all standing right in front of the escalator.
So I get in the second to last car and found that it was full enough that I'd rather stand than sit. Besides, I was only going 2 stops.
At Grand a young male stood up and walked over to look at the map. I paid him no mind until he asked me the stupidest question ever: "Where we at?"
I pointed to the sign outside the door "Grand"
"On the redline?"
"The sign is red...Yes"
Then he smiled a bit and the train lurched forward.
"Which direction we going?"
"South."
.... "What's yo name?"
At this point I put my phone in my pocket, and puffed myself up so that I looked bigger.
"You don't need to know my name" I said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Look, kid, I'm way older than you, leave me alone." (My brain decided that being tough was the best method. Why? I don't know...)
He laughed. "You think I look young? How old do you think I am?"
"You're like 12. Go sit down."
He laughed again, "You don't think I look 19?"
"No," I said with a pointed glare, "Go sit down."
He got a bit offended. "Just so you know, I'm 17" he said... and then he sat down... his eyes fixed on me the entire way to the Lake stop.
He followed me off the train. He tried to be sneaky about it, but I managed to lose him when I ran up the escalator.
What in the flying fuck.
Occasionally though, I need to deal with male attention. Sometimes it's positive, sometimes it's not.
On Saturday night I had to deal with some attention that was less than ideal.
I don't know what it is about teenagers, but they find me fascinating. Why? I don't fucking know. About 9 times out of 10 if I'm going to be harassed in public, it's going to be by a teenager.
So Saturday night I was on the Red Line, on my way to meet up with friends to go see the Art on Track show. I got on at Chicago at the far end of the platform so I wouldn't need to deal with the stupid suburbanites who were all standing right in front of the escalator.
So I get in the second to last car and found that it was full enough that I'd rather stand than sit. Besides, I was only going 2 stops.
At Grand a young male stood up and walked over to look at the map. I paid him no mind until he asked me the stupidest question ever: "Where we at?"
I pointed to the sign outside the door "Grand"
"On the redline?"
"The sign is red...Yes"
Then he smiled a bit and the train lurched forward.
"Which direction we going?"
"South."
.... "What's yo name?"
At this point I put my phone in my pocket, and puffed myself up so that I looked bigger.
"You don't need to know my name" I said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Look, kid, I'm way older than you, leave me alone." (My brain decided that being tough was the best method. Why? I don't know...)
He laughed. "You think I look young? How old do you think I am?"
"You're like 12. Go sit down."
He laughed again, "You don't think I look 19?"
"No," I said with a pointed glare, "Go sit down."
He got a bit offended. "Just so you know, I'm 17" he said... and then he sat down... his eyes fixed on me the entire way to the Lake stop.
He followed me off the train. He tried to be sneaky about it, but I managed to lose him when I ran up the escalator.
What in the flying fuck.