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I was walking to my apartment from the subway after being at the gym, so I was wearing some loose fitted shorts, a band tee, and running shoes (not that it should matter). I live three blocks away and immediately after crossing the street a young male in the presence of a friend says, “Hey sexy” as I walk by, to which I turn back to him and say, “You’re going to die alone”, he then TOLD me that I like it, so I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away, which apparently confused his well developed mind because he then asked, “No, you don’t like it?”
A block later a man walking on the opposite side of the street yells something just as useless, I can’t remember quite what. I replied that he should go fuck himself; end of that in-depth conversation.
Last block, turning off the corner another young man in front of his friends says *you know the tone* “Heyyyyy…”. At that point, I’m just done and before he continues I yell, “Shut your FUCKING mouth” and he replies, “Damn, I was just saying hello”. That is not how “hello” sounds, Twat.
I’ll be honest–I didn’t do much. But feel the need to say something.
I was walking out of a building near the corner of 36th and Roland (“The Avenue”). A man: 50s, white hair, bald/crew cut, wearing grey shirt, blue jeans, 6′ tall, wiry, strong jaw. He was shouting to someone on Roland, while crossing from one side to the other (from Royal Farms toward Cafe Hon), saying, “I’ll fuck whoever I want, stupid cunt dyke whore!”
Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a woman move into a building further up the block. He kept marching on–away from her, thankfully. He looked like he was ready to punch someone (shoulders tense, fists clenched) and instinct said not to engage, given whoever he was yelling at was no longer there and he was moving away. I did walk ahead and then looked back to check to be sure he wasn’t moving back to follow anyone or hurt anyone. He wasn’t–he kept moving toward Falls Road.
I did see the guy later that evening, tromping up and down the Avenue like he was on patrol. He wasn’t speaking to anyone. I think I’ve seen him before on the Avenue, and people should be aware of him–those are the waters this shark has chosen to circle in.
I didn’t hollaback, and I’m sorry about that–but girl, whoever you are, I was watching your back, and you’re not alone.
I was walking in my neighborhood and a black sedan passes by and the man driving called to me, “I can see that little tushie of yours.” I thought I misheard him so I continued to walk. He turned around and called out to me, “I will take your virginity.” Scared, I ran home before he could follow me some more.
I was waiting for my friend outside of a liquor store. A man walked up, walking too close. I yawned, involuntarily. He says “you look like you need a big shot of tequila.” I laughed and said no, a horrible thing to do but I had never experienced anyone talk to me like this. He tried to get me to come into the store with him calling me “sweetie” and “beautiful.” Walking away, he kept yelling names at me. I had stopped listening at that point. Wearing tank tops make me uncomfortable now..
A group of construction workers were whistling at me while I crossed the street. I turned around and yelled at them “I really am the last person you want to whistle at!” This is why I don’t wear make up anymore and rarely even wear skirts and dresses.
Working on North Calvert, I’ve experienced it. Doing court runs for my job, I’m dodgy and withdrawn with headphones on and my eyes glued to the sidewalk. This day, I was INSIDE of the courthouse waiting for the elevator when an older man, maybe 60, stands very close to me and sniffs right by head. He says, “you sure are pretty.”
I was so disgusted I took two steps away from him. He continued to stare and ogle my entire body. My breast, my legs, my ass. I walked away soon after to escape.
It was just this past Tuesday, September the 2nd 2014 I arrived at the Arundel Lodge at approximately 9am for a 9am therapist appointment. By lunch time at around 12pm I collapsed unconscious and face first into my lunch tray. The nurses on staff were unable to wake me & I was abruptly sent to the ER. I didn’t fully awake at the hospital till 730pm that night. Upon waking a doctor, nurse and hospital councilor approached me and informed me that i was drugged with GHB, but otherwise unharmed