So, it’s sunny and warm out. I’ve just left my house to run some errands.
Less than a minute into my walk, I hear some guy whistling loudly behind me, and glance back to see if it was someone I knew. It wasn’t, so I ignored him and put in my headphones.
30 seconds later, the guy was pulling up beside me in his truck, driving slowly…. He was asking me a question that I couldn’t make out. Turns out, he was asking for directions to a street I had never heard of. I told him that I didn’t know the area, and kept walking. He followed, still driving slowly.
That’s when he started asking me where I lived, where I was from, how well I knew the area, if I could give him directions and remarked on my “look”.
By this point I’m really starting to get creeped the fuck out, after saying several times that I didn’t know, and quickly find myself going into self-preservation mode or some shit. I didn’t know if he was just trying to hit on me (in a creepy, horrible way), or if he was about to try and drag me into the fucking truck.
…My phone is in my bag. There’s a house, four down, that has its door open. If he makes a move, I run for it. Luckily, it didn’t come to that. I told him that he was on his own, and he finally seemed to get the hint.
I’m not sure which would be worse, though:If he really was just hitting on me, and thought what he was doing was perfectly normal and ok… Or he was some psycho thinking about trying to pull me into the god damn truck.
Both seem pretty bloody horrible to me. =( —Slightly afraid to leave the house ~ Trinket
This article appears in May 27 – Jun 2, 2010.
That’s sick, what a fucking loser. Don’t let it affect how you live though.
way to go dirtbags one more woman that won’t be open to NORMAL interaction between Male and female ie: directions . friendly glance and smile ; go home next time and beat off instead stupid fucks!
Hopefully you took down the licence plate and gave the info to the police.
yeah… creepy, stalker, oogly truck guy….
not the best position to be hitting on the ladies.
depending on your lattitude I suppose… the more southern you get, the more your truck makes the difference….
For example… buddy in the 8 cylendar doolie is gonna have a MUCH better shot than Jack Sparrow in a nissan frontier.
Wow, that’s rough. Don’t let it get to you though. However, if it happens again, get on that phone and call the cops. It really could be considered harassment.
I didn’t manage to get the plate number. If I did, I would have been tempted to report him. ..However, that wasn’t the first thing on my mind while it was happening. I wasn’t sure *what* was happening.
Trink…. so sorry…
creepy to the max.
Creepy fuckin bugger….
there are people who don’t accept that..
and you don’t have a cel phone? jesus christ, you must be the only broad on this planet over 6 that doesn’t have or use one. call the fuzz, give plate number, and sit back and relax, knowing that you might have helped someone else.
She said she had a cell phone in her bag.
Still would be wise to report a description of him or the truck to police. That way other women in the area could be warned. The next woman may not get away as easily.
Just because I am nosey that way, what comment did me make regarding your “look” ?
Women need to start carrying dog mace with them. Guy grabs your ass or whistles at you? Blind him.
Alarm bells going off here.
Normal people don’t follow women down the street pestering them with questions.
Asking for directions is the oldest dodge in the book. Talking in a low tone voice is another ruse that gets the victim within arms reach. You were right to be creeped out. Your gut reaction was correct and you were lucky that day.
Like your parents probably said: “don’t talk to strangers”.
You don’t have to be polite to guys like this once you’ve said you can’t help them and you have to be going.
Calling the police with the plate number would not have been out of line.
Honestly, I don’t know a normal guy who would do this.
Good luck in the future.
The guy could have been a creep or he could have been just really lacking in social skills and not tuned into what creeps women out.
I’ve had some pretty ‘interesting’ pick-up techniques come my way over the years including a guy at a dance who came up to my table and without saying a word nodded at me, then nodded at the dance floor like some 6 foot spastic rooster. After several attempts at this he finally got the hint when I kept saying ‘no thanks, I do not want to dance’. I also had a guy follow me in his pickup truck for several kilometers until I reached my destination while I was out riding my motorcycle one day. He wanted to ask me if I was single. It was kinda creepy in a sweet kinda way even though I wasn’t interested.
Some guys really just don’t know how to talk to women – I used to be one of them! It sucked being all awkward just trying to talk to a girl, which was a really big step in the first place, then, with all the pathetic effort you put in, getting the “creepy” label because you’re a bit different and not the typical Mr. Super Confident sports playing Ed Hardy jeans wearing douchebag (though in Halifax, it would probably be “typical hipster douchebag”). Ohh well, all in the past now. I am not fighting off chicks left, right, and centre, you know, in “Sims.”
On the other hand, who knows, maybe this tactic of his works sometimes. Some chicks really dig dudes in big pick-up trucks.
Sorry you felt uncomfortable.
Q’s got a point about big hillbilly dudes in trucks; they’re not subtle and they go for a saturation type courtship style and lets face it for every lonely horny dumbass there’s a …. 🙂
Reminds me of Night of the living Rednecks…
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/deadkennedy…
It could be what you’re wearing, or not wearing.
you tell him cosmolilly…
and wear as little as you want!
it is, after all, 20 degrees for you too…
Trinket is cute.