I was sitting at a cafe, minding my own business, when a man started talking to me. At first the conversation was simple, pleasant. But then he started asking invasive questions about my marital status and where I live. He then asked for my number- I declined. He asked me out- I said no. But he kept asking and wouldn’t leave me alone until he had to go. I didn’t know what to do; I was trapped and felt cornered. I didn’t want to leave because I had work to do and had just gotten to the place, but I felt like running away.
– Anonymous
Location: Azerbaijan