Unwanted Staring or Approaching

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Quoting PoudNFem92

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Maybe their isn't a law.. But its not fair when I'm in my 20s and I'm being gawked at by some 50 year old pedo creep.

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I strongly suggest therapy. No, I'm not being snarky. There appears to be some paranoia going on that is simply not healthy.

Oh I need help.. Right Its my imagination.. Ok

Yes, that's quite possible. Hard as it may be for you to believe, it really isn't all about you.

On the other hand, the 50 year pedo creep is probably worth 100 times what the poor, jobless, guy you think is sexy and is great genetic material is worth.

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Quoting PoudNFem92

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Maybe their isn't a law.. But its not fair when I'm in my 20s and I'm being gawked at by some 50 year old pedo creep.

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Oh good grief. As has been mentioned above, it isn't all about you and you need to grow up. By the time you are in your mid-30's (and you'll be there before you know it) you'll be thrilled to be carded, let alone have someone look at you.

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Oh I'm sorry.. I guess my rights don't matter.

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You don't have a right to expect other people not to look at you. "Attempted sexual assault"? For STARING?

Pumpkin, no. And how DARE you expect it to be? You're minimizing the experiences of people who have ACTUALLY been sexually assaulted, or have barely escaped being sexually assaulted.

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Oh I need help.. Right Its my imagination.. Ok

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Yes, you really do need help, and preferably as soon as possible, before you run off and cry "Potential rapist!" and ruin the life of some poor nearsighted dude who was only trying to figure out if he knows you.

Here, let me tell you a story, mildly edited for profanity:

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Today has totally been Creeper Day. On the way over to Aldi, some guy hung out his car window while I was waiting to cross Telegraph. "HEEEEEEYYYY MAMA!" Gross.

Then in the Aldi parking lot, another creep was hanging out his window. "Hey, baby, where you goin'? You want a ride?" I ignored him. HE FOLLOWED ME. "Hey, how come you're not talking? I'm a personal trainer! You want my number? We can have some free sessions!" I walked faster. "F*CK*NG C*NT!" I RAN into Aldi.

Then halfway through Aldi, pushing a cart full of groceries and minding my own f*ck*ng business. "So, uh, doing your grocery shopping?" I gesture at my cart and continue to mind my own business. "You got a lot of wine in there. You need some help drinking that?" I stare, shake my head, continue to to mind my own f*ck*ng business. "Hey, girl, why don't you speak? You should smile, I'm trying to talk to you!" I stare again. No, thank you. I'm not interested in any new friends. He erupts in fury. "Bitch, why you gotta be like that?" The manager made him leave. When I called for a taxi, I asked the dispatcher to send me the biggest, ugliest, meanest dude in the fleet.

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That was from my G+, two summers ago. It's hardly the only Creeper Day I've ever had, but it was really obnoxious all the same.

That? THAT is harassment. And when some dude lays hands on you without permission, by all means, kick his ass, claim self defense, and have him arrested. But if all they're doing is looking? Girl, you have some living and learning to do.

Missy, You just had me roaring in laughter thinking of a story. One of my step daughters friends is skinny/short as in 4' 9" under 100#'s w/red hair. She was in a bar in Kent and an Armed Forces service member started hitting on her. When she rebuffed him, he an his two fellow service members started calling her names. She responded in kind and he and his buddies tried to accost her in the parking lot later. What they were not aware of is she knows judo and kicked all three of their butts.

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What they were not aware of is she knows judo and kicked all three of their butts.

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Beware the little ones, for they are scrappy and will take your lunch money.

When I was an exchange student, I was in a bar in Berlin with a bunch of my crew. We were from everywhere, so our common language was German, though most of us spoke English as well. Lucia, an Italian girl, turned heads everywhere she went, and it was no different that night in Berlin. A bunch of American soldiers were loudly discussing in English every lewd thing they wanted to do to her. We all mocked them amongst ourselves in German, and Lucia asked how startled they would be if she revealed she spoke perfect English.

Of course, being 17, we all egged her on. So she swished and swayed - on purpose - past their table. They hooted and made remarks, and she turned around and CHEWED THEM OUT in perfect English. "Do you kiss your Mother with that obscene mouth? Does she know you treat women like playthings? How hard would she spank you? And what the hell is wrong with you perverts, anyway? I'M SEVENTEEN, YOU IGNORANT JACKASSES!"

One of them took great offense and grabbed her wrist. She moved closer, as if to embrace him, and the next thing we all knew, he was on the ground. She had grabbed his testicles and twisted them. HARD.

Carlos, our gigantic Colombian friend, advised the GIs that they'd do well to leave, because while he was more than willing to watch Lucia whup all of them, he was feeling left out and wanted to help, and wouldn't it be fun to explain to their CO how they got beaten up by a couple of teenagers, including a girl?