Glad The Strategy Worked; Hate That It Was Necessary
CONTENT WARNING: Harassment/Stalking
When I was in college in my early twenties, after classes, I went grocery shopping for my mother. As always when I’m outside, I was listening to music full-blast and kept daydreaming, which is why it took me some time to notice the white van that kept driving until it was next to me and stopping when it reached me — rinse and repeat until I noticed the driver.
The guy, once he had my attention, made kissing gestures and started licking his lips while looking me dead in the eyes. Very peeved at the unwanted attention, I crossed the road in front of his truck and dived into the store. Once in the shop, I shrugged the encounter off as another creep that I wished I’d never meet again, and I started browsing, still listening to my favourite tunes.
As I was looking through the store aisle for the Items I needed, something caught my eye. It was the creep.
He. Actually. Followed me. Into the store.
Astonished by the audacity of the guy, I took out an earbud.
Me: “What the h***?!”
Creep: “Hi, miss. I saw you outside, and I tried getting your attention. Didn’t you see me?”
Me: “…”
After an awkward silence, he kept going.
Creep: “Yeah… So… I’d like to get to know you better. You wanna go out for a drink?”
It took a few seconds for me to process what was happening. Creeps were nothing new, but this guy was on another level. Then, I started smiling the sweetest smile I could.
Me: “Oh, so sorry, but I don’t think my wife will agree. She’s the jealous type, you know?”
Creep: *Disgusted* “Your wife?!”
And with a revulsed look, he finally left me alone.
While I was glad to be left alone, I was angry with myself. The a**hole was in his company’s van, and I didn’t think of taking a picture of him or at least writing down the name of the company to complain to them and get the guy fired.
My best friend had a good laugh at the story. I’m not a lesbian (I’m ace), but it worked so well that we decided that if either of us had that kind of trouble again, we’d call one another and play lovebirds. The trick is still very efficient ten years later.