Yesterday I was walking from the metro to my apartment; I was stopped by a man who began speaking to me.
I had my headphones in, but I heard him say excuse me, so I took them out and waited for him to continue talking.
I thought he may be about to ask for directions, but then he said, “You know, you’re beautiful… your hair.” This was said at normal volume, but then he followed it up with a whisper, “Do you swallow?”
After a second of stunned silence from me, I realized that I was giving him exactly the reaction he wanted. His face in that second told me everything. He wanted to shock me, to intimidate me. He wanted to speak to me in any way he wanted, and I was supposed to stand there and take it.
Nope. Wrong woman. Actually, right woman, wrong man. Literally, wrong…
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