creepy...
So, on my way home from work today I used the bus system, which involves two buses: one from the airport I work at to Wegmans and one from Wegmans to Giant. When I got on the second bus, the driver greeted me with "Where were you this morning, I was looking for you!"
"I was at work."
"I told them to please please PLEASE give me the route so that I could see you!"
"Um.......?"
"So, how're you?"
"I'm fine, and you?" (I was being polite)
"I'm good, I'm good... Let's go get some lunch!"
"No thank you."
"Aw c'mon, let's have lunch!"
"No thanks."
"Okay, okay. Maybe we can hang out sometime, have dinner, see a movie, go shopping, whatever you'd like!"
"No thanks." (I was creeped out at this point)
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Anna."
"Donna?"
"Anna. A-n-n-a."
"A-n-n-a?"
"Mhm." (thinking "Stoptalkingtomestoptalkingtomestoptalkingtome")
"Cool. Anna. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Okay, so you wanna go grab dinner some time? My treat."
"No thank you."
"Aww, why not?"
"I'm moving to the Ukraine in a month, it won't matter."
"No, don't move! Why are you moving?!"
"I want to."
"Stay!"
"No." (I was smiling in a polite way, kind of laughing uncomfortably thinking "Loser.")
"Then I'll move with you!"
"What?"
"You stay, or I move with you!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you live HERE."
"Then why are YOU going?"
"I want to." (it was at this point I thought he wouldn't let me off the bus unless I accepted his date proposals)
"So where do you live, anyway?"
", but I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle in
."
"Whereabouts?"
"In this area."
"These neighborhoods?"
"Yeah."
At a point he kinda stopped talking to me (or rather, I stopped talking to him). Finally a young mother of two got on the bus and I didn't feel quite so helpless and trapped. When I got off I said a quick "Bye" and walked as fast as I could away from him. I was so scared he was going to follow me home somehow. I was so distrought I almost went into the wrong house. When I got inside though, I dropped my bag and asked if anyone was home and if I could have a hug. When Tommy (11-year-old cousin) asked why I wanted one, I told him I'd just gotten hit on by someone twice my age. At this point I burst into a sobbing fit, and my aunt called the bus services to report him for me. Lots of phone calls later, my uncle got in touch with a supervisor and we reported him. Hopefully I'll never see him again.
HOPEFULLY.
God, I'm never taking the bus again. And I don't think I'll be talking to any men for a while either, nor will I be going outside unless absolutely necessary.
He's not the first guy to sexually harass me either, bullies in middle school and high school did it all the time.
Is it something I did? Do I look desperate? Is it because of my weight? I wasn't trying to invite him or ANYTHING, I looked pretty dumpy with my glasses and work clothes and stuff. I've hardly ever TRIED to be sexy, with the exception of some dances and events I went to, but I was always with friends. Fuck, I feel so... what's a good word for it... Helpless. Broken. Worthless.
I hope nobody ever has to go through that. EVER.
"I was at work."
"I told them to please please PLEASE give me the route so that I could see you!"
"Um.......?"
"So, how're you?"
"I'm fine, and you?" (I was being polite)
"I'm good, I'm good... Let's go get some lunch!"
"No thank you."
"Aw c'mon, let's have lunch!"
"No thanks."
"Okay, okay. Maybe we can hang out sometime, have dinner, see a movie, go shopping, whatever you'd like!"
"No thanks." (I was creeped out at this point)
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Anna."
"Donna?"
"Anna. A-n-n-a."
"A-n-n-a?"
"Mhm." (thinking "Stoptalkingtomestoptalkingtomestoptalkingtome")
"Cool. Anna. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Okay, so you wanna go grab dinner some time? My treat."
"No thank you."
"Aww, why not?"
"I'm moving to the Ukraine in a month, it won't matter."
"No, don't move! Why are you moving?!"
"I want to."
"Stay!"
"No." (I was smiling in a polite way, kind of laughing uncomfortably thinking "Loser.")
"Then I'll move with you!"
"What?"
"You stay, or I move with you!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you live HERE."
"Then why are YOU going?"
"I want to." (it was at this point I thought he wouldn't let me off the bus unless I accepted his date proposals)
"So where do you live, anyway?"
", but I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle in
."
"Whereabouts?"
"In this area."
"These neighborhoods?"
"Yeah."
At a point he kinda stopped talking to me (or rather, I stopped talking to him). Finally a young mother of two got on the bus and I didn't feel quite so helpless and trapped. When I got off I said a quick "Bye" and walked as fast as I could away from him. I was so scared he was going to follow me home somehow. I was so distrought I almost went into the wrong house. When I got inside though, I dropped my bag and asked if anyone was home and if I could have a hug. When Tommy (11-year-old cousin) asked why I wanted one, I told him I'd just gotten hit on by someone twice my age. At this point I burst into a sobbing fit, and my aunt called the bus services to report him for me. Lots of phone calls later, my uncle got in touch with a supervisor and we reported him. Hopefully I'll never see him again.
HOPEFULLY.
God, I'm never taking the bus again. And I don't think I'll be talking to any men for a while either, nor will I be going outside unless absolutely necessary.
He's not the first guy to sexually harass me either, bullies in middle school and high school did it all the time.
Is it something I did? Do I look desperate? Is it because of my weight? I wasn't trying to invite him or ANYTHING, I looked pretty dumpy with my glasses and work clothes and stuff. I've hardly ever TRIED to be sexy, with the exception of some dances and events I went to, but I was always with friends. Fuck, I feel so... what's a good word for it... Helpless. Broken. Worthless.
I hope nobody ever has to go through that. EVER.