Nov 04, 2010 21:16
Okay so like, this is really freaky, and I have to talk about it because writing helps me think. Plus, I'm filing an incident report tomorrow so it will be good to write it down while it's fresh so I don't forget anything.
Alright so, earlier today I had the realization that I am a prime target for being mugged. All day I thought about how I need to carry mace because at any given time, I am worth over a grand because I carry my droid, laptop and ipod with me every day on campus. I'm overweight, weak and a woman, all things that give someone who wants my shit the advantage. So I'd been thinking about it constantly all day, and I finally stop after I get to my math class because I have a test.
So after the test, I am all frustrated because it didn't go as well as I'd hoped, and I was out earlier than I had told my grandma to pick me up, so I had to wait for her either outside or by the doors inside. There was absolutely nobody else outside except this guy who was walking in. So, I opt to go back inside just inside the doors because it was freezing outside, and the guy that had walked in was still there waiting by the doors. We chit chat nicely about the weather, and about how we both were waiting on a ride. After about five minutes of silence, he strikes up another conversation that went something like this.
Him: Can I ask you a personal question?
Me: Sure.
Him: Well first I have to ask you, do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No.
Him: Can we step outside?
Okay break for a moment so I can defend my actions: I did step outside with him, but at that time, he seemed to be a nice guy up until then, and just wanting to ask me something that nobody could hear. I know I shouldn't have gone outside, at night, when there was nobody around, with a stranger, but you know, things like that just don't catch up with your brain fast enough sometimes. That's not to say it didn't send up red flags, as it should, so when we stepped outside, I kept my hand on the door handle and didn't move. He starts talking again and said something along the lines of this.
Him: So I've been taking these pills that are supposed to make your dick grow, and I haven't showed my girlfriend yet. But I was wondering if they worked and maybe I could show you and you could tell me.
Me: Uh, that's my grandma right there, I'm gonna go.
Because at that exact moment that he was telling me this, my grandma pulled up about 100 yards away, thank Grilled Cheesus. Her timing could not have been any more perfect, because I didn't have to stall for an answer or freak out or have to do anything but calmly tell him I was leaving. After I said that, he started apologizing and saying he didn't mean to offend me and I just started walking and waving him off and tried not to run to my grandma's car. When I got in, I told her immediately what had happened. Then I called Amanda to tell her we were picking her up because she also has to wait outside in the dark by herself when she gets out of work for an entire hour and a half until her mom can pick her up, and I was just royally freaked out and didn't want her to be alone. But luckily her mom had just got her because she got out early so that was a relief...
But yeah, that kind of shit has never happened to me before. Well, it did once when I was like 11, this perv at my older cousin's house dared me to flash him in the dark and he was like 32. But aside from that, I have never been in that kind of situation. I've never even really been hit on by anyone creepy in just a normal way. And honestly, I didn't think that kind of thing DID happen to fat, generally unattractive girls, so I didn't even worry about being sexually harassed. I mean nothing ACTUALLY happened other than the words, but who's to say he wouldn't have whipped it out had my grandma not shown up? Or pulled a knife and made me go to his car? There would have been nothing I could do. So now I have learned a lesson and will never step outside with anyone ever again.
It's such a shame too because I LIKE being friendly and trusting, and like I said, he seemed totally normal and friendly too. I honestly wish he WASN'T a black guy (which I purposely didn't mention until now) because that's what my grandma and mom and dad are blaming it on. I had no worry about stepping outside with him because he was black, even though I've been warned my whole life by racist parents that they did that kind of thing. But I still know that it was NOT a factor, and it could have just as easily been a white guy. That doesn't stop my family from drawing that conclusion though, and I'm sure I'll hear about it 10 million times. I refuse to let that become a personal stigma I place on black guys just because he happened to be black, no matter what my family says. I fault the perversion, not his race.
So. That's that. I guess I've learned a lesson, and will carry mace from now on. I mean I doubt I could ever get it out in time to protect myself, but it would make me feel better to carry it.
Yikes. (p.s. this emote is perfect.)
droooid,
srs bsns,
this is humiliating,
shits deep son,
class,
wtf,
i fucking hate this school,
holy fucking shit,
note to self,
fail,
my fambly,
real life,
omg,
more hood than gokey