18. I had to invent multiple lies just to keep him off my trail.
“This one guy didn’t get the hint. Other ladies will understand that when someone’s seriously creeping on you, you have to be polite and courteous because you don’t know how fucked up this guy is—if he isn’t respecting your boundaries, who knows what he will respect?
So I had a guy follow me off of my train and to my apartment. I couldn’t just walk or run away because I had a bike with a flat tire, and it was 45~40C (115~120F). I’m just not athletic enough to deal with that. So I politely entertained conversation, hoping that at one point he’d take a turn that I didn’t have to.
He asked me how old I was, and when I lied he questioned me, TOUCHED MY FACE and said, ‘Y’know, you look at lot younger than 22, ya don’t got any lines.’ Then he asked if I went to the gym and again, I lied. Then he touched my stomach and complimented how flat I was, saying I probably didn’t even need to go to the gym.
Keep going, get to my apartment complex and I get my bike into the gate, then myself and he steps in between the gate and it’s latch—I can’t close it. He starts asking for a way to contact me, and he goes through the list.
Phone number? I’m too poor for a phone.
Facebook? I don’t own a PC either!
What about an email? Never have time to check!
Which apartment are you in? Oh, I don’t know.
What do you mean you don’t know? Oh, I just kinda go to the door, I never really checked the number, haha my boyfriend deals with the mail haha.
He turns for a moment and I push him, shove the gate closed and even though my apartment was to the left, I went right and stayed right for a while. I circled around my complex, waited a bit, made sure he was gone and then half an hour later—went home.
I wish I could say this was the first time this kind of shit happened.”