A block from home, I’m alone on a corner, reading a book, waiting for the light to change and some douche tries to strike up a conversation with me. He asks me what I’m doing. It’s an awkward question, and he’s obviously leering at me and trying to get my attention. I answer as shortly and politely as possible and go back to reading. Nothing in my speech or body language says “Talk to me!” but none the less he continues to try.

“I was just asking cause you looked so pretty reading.”

Did I ask for your opinion? Does my business casual outfit make me look like a hooker or something? Seriously dude, WTF?

All I could think to say was “Sorry” as I turned towards home, but in retrospect I wish I’d told him to fuck off.

Feeling flustered, uncomfortable, and slightly violated, I finally got home, locked all the doors, and made sure my roommates were home. I felt gross for the rest of the day. I just wanted to finish my goddamn book, ass hole.

– anonymous

Location: Redmond, WA