One time a man followed me down the street when I walked past a bar. He grabbed my shoulder and asked me if I was able to model for him, he wanted to take photos of me in a dirty schoolgirl outfit. I had just turned eighteen, so I couldn’t get him in more trouble. He wouldn’t leave me alone and kept on touching me. I started to scream and he got angry, but then a friend of my fathers saw what was happening and rescued me.
The thing is, the man didn’t smell like booze at all, he wasn’t drunk. He got dragged away by my father’s friend calling me a cunt and a slut and a bitch and told the police when I called them that it was my fault. I was just walking by… I was wearing a big oversized shirt and regular jeans. I just stood there and cried. I called my dad and he came to pick me up.
Location: Provincetown, MA