I was walking on the street around where I lived, wearing my favourite summer dress when this man in a car came out of traffic and pulled up right in front of me. He pulled down his window, smiling and asking me things about myself. He even held my hand, which really started to scare me. Luckily he went away since I didn’t give him any real information, and these two older men watched the whole thing happen. They consoled me afterwards, saying that was downright creepy what that man did.
The man continued to follow me in his car, but the two men who were with me continued to give him dirty looks.
I was so afraid he would follow me home that I hid in a cemetery for a good hour. I’m very angry from this encounter because now every time I want to wear a normal looking sundress or anything eccentric, I immediately think “will that incident happen again?”
I also hate that I have to ignore people who stop me on the street who just simply need help. I was blaming myself for being so trusting, but now I’m thinking maybe it wasn’t my fault at all.
– Anonymous
Location: Montreal, Quebec, Canada
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beckie says
not your fault at all. Wear those sun dresses girl!!!!