I live in Philadelphia, PA, and when I walk to the CVS, there is this one guy who always, always always, whenever he sees me, goes, “Hey beautiful, how’s it going?” It creeps me the hell out! His tone is predatory and since I see him in on this one block on the way to the store about every other week (not in the winter, just in spring/summer and maybe fall, but less frequently then), I’ve been too scared to say anything. I live close by and don’t want him following me! Every time I think about it, I think about how I’m going to tell him to fuck himself, or I’m going to get the cop that’s usually by the CVS to do something or something––but I never do. I just walk by, eyes straight ahead. And feel like shit for letting him make me feel like prey.
Location: Philadelphia, PA