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Mar. 4th, 2004 05:57 pmLet me preface this by saying I'm just fine, and while extremely shook up at the time am now more boggled than anything.
I was waling to the train this morning and as I crossed First Avenue I noticed a non-descript (middle-age, heavy-set, middle-class) man watching the small group of women (none of whom knew each other) who also happened to be cross teh street when I was.
He immediately turned and started waling in our direction as we passed, and I thought it seemed sketchy, although I was very tired and it seemed too detailed an observation for me even to have made.
He muttered as we all walked, although I couldn't hear what he was saying, and the girl he seemed to be targetting crossed into the middle of the stret. He watched her ass really carefull as she went, and I managed to stop myself from calling him a pig.
Then I hear the muttering directed at me.
"Excuse me?" I say, turning around.
"Hey baby, baby baby oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah," he's muttering in my direction.
"Don't talk to me," I say, and continue to move.
"But I am talking to you."
"Leave me alone," I say very forcibly.
"You're a liar!" he starts screaming and lunges for me. I swing my lunchpak at him, and he goes for me with his umbrella. I run across the street. He continues to shout, mostly that I am crazy or a liar, and then demanding, "Come back here!" over and over. It was that demand, that I was obligated to deal with him and his wrath that upset me the most.
On the plus side, this is the only time I've ever had a bad creepy man experience in NYC, where people came to make sure I was okay, as opposed to giving me the "evil-bitch" glare.
On an entirely seperate note, this is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadnotes -- http://www.playbill.com/news/article/84728.html
I was waling to the train this morning and as I crossed First Avenue I noticed a non-descript (middle-age, heavy-set, middle-class) man watching the small group of women (none of whom knew each other) who also happened to be cross teh street when I was.
He immediately turned and started waling in our direction as we passed, and I thought it seemed sketchy, although I was very tired and it seemed too detailed an observation for me even to have made.
He muttered as we all walked, although I couldn't hear what he was saying, and the girl he seemed to be targetting crossed into the middle of the stret. He watched her ass really carefull as she went, and I managed to stop myself from calling him a pig.
Then I hear the muttering directed at me.
"Excuse me?" I say, turning around.
"Hey baby, baby baby oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah," he's muttering in my direction.
"Don't talk to me," I say, and continue to move.
"But I am talking to you."
"Leave me alone," I say very forcibly.
"You're a liar!" he starts screaming and lunges for me. I swing my lunchpak at him, and he goes for me with his umbrella. I run across the street. He continues to shout, mostly that I am crazy or a liar, and then demanding, "Come back here!" over and over. It was that demand, that I was obligated to deal with him and his wrath that upset me the most.
On the plus side, this is the only time I've ever had a bad creepy man experience in NYC, where people came to make sure I was okay, as opposed to giving me the "evil-bitch" glare.
On an entirely seperate note, this is for
roadnotes -- http://www.playbill.com/news/article/84728.html
