I was wedding dress shopping with my maid of honor/best friend. We had left one shop and were walking to another, and I heard someone behind us quickly approaching. I turned around and saw a man duck behind me, as if trying to remain unnoticed, and he slipped his hand between my legs and grabbed me hard. I was wearing a dress. Then he ran.
I dropped my bag and ran after him, shouting for people to stop him. There were people on the street, people in the mall I eventually chased him into. No one helped.
I eventually lost him as he exited the mall and rounded a corner, but I’ll never forget the look on his face, and the spring he still had in his step. He had done this many times before, and knew how to get away.
The police came. I gave a report. I have a case number. They did not find him.
Arguably, the worst part was, when I turned around to thank the officers, one was looking at my ass. Thanks, guys.
I’ve been harassed many times, but I’d never run after someone. Something snapped in me. And something broke when no one would help. I was proud that enough was finally enough, and I did something, even though he got away with it. At the very least, it’s caused me to talk about it and snap back when I get hollered at on the street.
Optional: Do you have any suggestions for dealing with harassers and/or ending street harassment in general?
Speak up. Say something, anything, if you feel safe. If there are other people around, ask them to help you. Take a picture, call the police.
– AB
Location: San Francisco, CA
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