There's a post in my drafts about my week, I just need to add to it when I'm next procrastinating my essay. But this is not about that.
This is about the dude who, when I was walking home from town at midnight made me majorly uncomfortable while probably thinking he was being nice.
News flash: You weren't.
Scene: Midnight, middle of town when I'm about ten minutes away from the lounge I just spent four hours in with the Doctor Who Society. I'm completely sober and about twenty minutes from home.
As I'm walking a guy, about a foot taller than me, walks past and asks if I'm alright.
I say I'm fine.
He then asks if I just finished work.
Now I'm nervous. I know he's probably being polite but it's late and I'm already nervous about the thirty minute walk home. So I reply that I'm just walking home.
To which I get, "No, where were you?"
...Okay, feeling like an interrogation here. "Out". I reply curtly. By now I'm wishing I had had my headphones in so I could have politely ignored this guy.
"Pub or Club?"
Right, this isn't polite. Seriously dude, I'm a young woman walking alone at night. I know you probably think you're being nice but I'm feeling interrogated and you're just making me nervous!
I reply "Lounge." Because it's correct, I wasn't at a pub or club. He, now five metres ahead of me, says something I don't catch and I slow up a bit, letting him get further away. For the rest of the time he's ahead of me, before he turns down a side road, I keep an eye on him.
Why? Because he made me nervous! Piece of advise for guys- late at night, your advances aren't going to come off as anything but nice and friendly (to me at least). The one good thing this guy did was get ahead of me before asking anything- and stayed there. He didn't seem to take my curtness as a hint and for all I know, his last statement to me was something about me being rude.
Which I had every right to be.
Okay word vomit over, I'm just a little worked up (over nothing probably but at the time it was a lot freaky; I spent the rest of the walk home keeping an eye on my surroundings just in case dude decided to follow me instead) and wanted to... vent? I guess. It's probably nothing but urgh, I wish he'd said nothing.
That's defs creepy. It'd certainly scare the shit out of me if strangers started interrogating me on the street, even more-so if succinct, terminating responses didn't make it clear to the person that, no, this convo ain't happenin'.
ReplyDeleteA part of me was worried it was me just over reacting... but it made me nervous as hell of this guy at a time I was already jumpy.
DeleteIt's not the first time a guy has come up to me and started a conversation, but the last time was in broad daylight and while I wasn't overly pleased to be drawn into a conversation, I wasn't rude. Because I wasn't already nervous.