Every woman has a story that starts out like this one.
Recently when I was walking from the bus stop to my house, there was a very intoxicated middle-aged man up ahead yelling in a jovial manner at people as they walked past. It was just late enough that all the restaurants were closed, but there was still a lot of foot traffic along the streets, so I felt safe.
I already knew that he wouldn’t just yell at me as I passed. Because if you’re a young woman walking alone that’s an invitation for conversation, obviously.
I walk past as purposefully and swiftly as I can. Of course, the drunk man gets up and starts walking alongside me, talking at me. I smile grimly, and make it clear I don’t want to engage. During a lull in his rambling, I try to fall back, but he walks back to me. He starts asking me questions about myself, and I explain that I’m in a rush to get home and don’t really have time to talk. I pick up my pace, but he keeps up. I start looking for a break in traffic so I can cross the road. By this stage he seems to be a bit offended that I’m not answering any of his questions. “I just want to know your name, okay?”
I should say at this point that he was not especially threatening – I’m sure you all know the sort: congenial drunk man who will just not leave you the fuck alone – but I was getting quite distressed. It was close to the turn off of my street, and I did not want him following me any further.
A young guy walks past and I try to make eye contact, but he keeps his head down. The drunk man keeps asking me why I don’t want to talk to him – and to be completely honest I am now on the verge of angry-crying because in what fucking universe do I have to explain this?
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Yep, I have been in this situation, my sisters have been in this situation, my mother has, cousins have, friends have. I'd say the vast majority of women who have stepped outside their front doors have had the same thing happen. It really sucks.
This article means so much to me, it's amazing how ALL women have either had this happen to them personally or know someone personally who had it happen, yet so many men don't think we have a big issue at hand. Its not okay. It's worse that we then feel silly as "that guy was probably harmless just looking for conversation" is the main response we get if we complain.