#13

For the short years that I have been on this planet, I have had the great (mis)fortune to run across my fair share of creepers, I mean characters, I mean creepers. Then my boss pointed out, why don't you write these stories down because they are ACTUALLY ridiculous, so alas, consider the stories documented.

#13: So my roommate and I were walking through Harlem yesterday, minding our own business. We were chatting about the days events and what we were planning. If any girl has ever walked through Harlem, they know that men are more than happy to let the girl know how much he "appreciates" her presence. And when there are groups of men, there is actually no way to avoid the stares and catcalls. So there was a group of two guys. One with a shirt on, and of course who decided to do without. So they walk by, and of course, one HAS to reach out and touch me. Yes, another man felt compelled to grab my arm. Am I wearing a hidden FONDLE ME sign that somehow appeals to the all the men in New York?! What if I was alone at night? I would soo be raped, and that worries me.