This post deals with sexual assault and might be triggering for some readers.
I was trying to leave a bar in the early hours of a Sunday morning, and after several failed attempts at catching a taxi (because the journey wasn’t long enough), and a failed attempt at ordering an Uber, I ordered another Uber. The app alerted me to say that the driver was about to arrive.
Feeling tired and ready to get home, I was relieved when a car pulled up and the man inside said “Uber?”, to which I regrettably responded with “Uber for…” followed by my name. We were one minute into the four-minute journey home when I received a phone call from my actual Uber driver asking where I was.
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I turned to the man in the car to let him know that I was in the wrong vehicle. He assured me, said not to worry, and that I would get home safe. I stayed on the phone with the actual Uber driver another minute, unsure of what to do, then decided to hang up and keep going as we were only a few blocks from home.
Then the situation drastically shifted. “I’m coming home with you, you invited me…” the driver said. To which I repeatedly said, “No, I don’t know you. You must be confused, I think you have the wrong person… I have a boyfriend and I love him very much” to which he laughed and said, “Oh no, you’re confused, you have drunk too much. I’m coming home with you. You want me.”
I continued to argue that I had never met him and that I absolutely did not want him to come to my house. He continued to argue that I thought he was attractive. Once we pulled up outside my home, I thought I had managed to make him realise that this was some kind of mistake, but when I went to get out of the car, he did, too.
I shut the door and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. It was when I gestured towards the house when referring to my love for my boyfriend, that he said “he’s in there?!” and started to move the car again, locking the doors.