In the middle of the afternoon, in Edmonton, AB, I was walking around downtown running errands. A man pulled up in a car, stopped, got out in front of me.
“Hey, I’ve been following you for the last four blocks,” he said, very aggressively. There were no other people nearby. I got nervous.
“Um, that’s flattering,” I said, sarcastically. I think the sarcasm was lost on him.
“So, let’s go grab a drink,” he said, looking me up and down blatantly.
“I’m married,” I replied, which was actually true. In fact, I had just come from getting a copy of my marriage license.
“Oh, what did you do that for? That’s terrible!” He said.
“Well,” I replied. “It’s sad for you, but it’s wonderful for me, actually.”
“Oh, um, well, good for you,” he said.
“Thanks. Bye!” I walked away as quickly as I could.
Location: Edmonton, AB, Canada