Uncomfortable
Had some guy hitting on me while I was walking home. Actually followed me half a block to get my attention. Breaking pattern, he wasn't drunk, homeless or twice my age like every other man who hits on me is (I'm a fucking weirdo myself, don't know what else I should expect). But I didn't like the look of him either, kind of person you'd cross the street to avoid because who knows what he might be capable of (well, you do know, that's the problem).
He wants to know my name, wants to know if I live around here (saw no point in lying, Renee and I are the only white people that live in the area we sort of stick out). Asks if I live alone; no. Got a man? Yes I do (quicker and easier than the truth, if it shoots him down it doesn't matter).
As I'm leaving, he says to me, "Be keeping an eye on you, I'm out here every night."
Well, isn't that wonderful. I don't know if I should be flattered or find an alternate route home (as though a better route home can be found :-P)
I never thought I'd miss the days when no one thought I was worth looking at once let alone twice. No one I want to talk to wants to talk to me, the only attention I manage to draw is not attention I want.
He wants to know my name, wants to know if I live around here (saw no point in lying, Renee and I are the only white people that live in the area we sort of stick out). Asks if I live alone; no. Got a man? Yes I do (quicker and easier than the truth, if it shoots him down it doesn't matter).
As I'm leaving, he says to me, "Be keeping an eye on you, I'm out here every night."
Well, isn't that wonderful. I don't know if I should be flattered or find an alternate route home (as though a better route home can be found :-P)
I never thought I'd miss the days when no one thought I was worth looking at once let alone twice. No one I want to talk to wants to talk to me, the only attention I manage to draw is not attention I want.