On the skytrain. A hot night. Rare for this time of year. I wore a long flowy red dress. I had a jacket zipped up over my breasts, so i was covered head to toe. Trying to go home.
I was sitting at the back of the train, and a man saw me board the train and sit behind him. He looked at me but i was wearing earbuds. Music on full blast. As we were one stop away from my stop, i took my earbuds out. He wasn’t facing me directly, because he was sitting in front of me, but he was half turned in his seat so literally the second my earbuds came out, he immediately turned to face me and tried to introduce himself and then mumbled something and made a weird hand gesture.
I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he wasn’t speaking properly. I thought maybe he was drunk, but then he kept saying it. I finally heard him. He was asking if i wanted to do cocaine with him. And smaking his lips in a gross leering way. I was like “no! Gross”.
And i got off at my stop.
He started chasing after me saying it was cool. But i walked fast away. I hate that I can’t ever just wear pretty things or go out without crap like this happening. Men never talk to other men in such a disrespectful manner at random on the skytrain, but for women it’s all day, every day.
– Christina
Location: Surrey Central station, Vancouver, Canada
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