Posted: 25 May 2006 10:36 PM CDTWalking down 8th avenue in Park Slope I hear him mutter, "Nice, very nice. Sexy lady" as he stares me up and down. I whipped around and holla'ed "What did you say?" He took a pregnant pause, "You're a good girl. A good girl."
Then, I shit you not, he pulls this out of his pocket and hands it to me:
The candy was sugar-free.
Friday, May 26, 2006
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Posted: 17 May 2006 09:36 AM CDTMy friend and I were waiting for a table a restaurant bar, chatting, as we so often do, about yacht rock, when we observed this repellent exhibit. He was giving us the Atomic Super-Leer, which is a leer that goes beyond Gross Ogle and crosses over into Aggressive Scrutiny, in terms of both perviness and duration (this one lasted a full five minutes). This dude's leer was positively throbbing. A zombie-like sort of creepy entitlement oozed out of him, too, as though he didn't realize he was actually out in public staring at actual humans rather than crouching in a fetishy sweat over his home computer porn-delivery system. At the same time, since it was obvious there was a porn flick playing in his tiny brain, he also conveyed a crushing sense of inferiority. Thanks, Jackass. May your quiet desperation cripple you for life.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Posted: 16 May 2006 11:33 AM CDTWhen I lived in Lower Allston last summer, I'd have to ride the 66 bus home late at night after work since I was about a 20 minute walk from either T stop. One night, a group of us got off the bus around 11pm and were making our respective ways home when I noticed a large white SUV behind me on the road. At first, I didn't think anything, but it started to slowly creep along behind me, and I naturally got freaked out. The driver kept inching along, so I finally turned around and yelled, "Don't follow me!" I saw an older woman was walking ahead of me on the opposite side of the street, and I called up to her, "I'm coming over to walk with you. This asshole is following me." Confused, she yelled back as I walked quickly over to her, "What's wrong, honey?" By this point, the SUV was still crawling along, only now he had his headlights glaring in our faces. I caught up to the woman, who said, "You go ahead. It's ok. I've seen him before." Finally, the guy yelled, "I'm just parking." "That's a fucked up way to park, man!" I felt really weird about leaving the woman there, but there were still a few other people around, so I thanked her and hurried down my dim street with my mace open and ready. I made it home without incident, but I couldn't have been happier to move two months later. I hadn't felt very safe in that neighborhood before being followed, and after that, I was on edge any time I came home after dark.
Monday, May 15, 2006
As we walked along Newbury Street this afternoon, I noticed a guy get a little too close to my friend. Then I hear it."Hey baby. Yee-ah."What does that even mean? As we walk past and I turn to take his picture, he stops a young couple and says to the guy about his female companion, "She likes you." Then I snapped his picture. Twice. It took him a minute to realize what I'd done, but I made no attempt to hide my holla. "You just take my picture?" We hurried off as he yelled, "Hey, that's five dollars!" If only I got five dollars every time someone yelled at me on the street...A few hours later, we saw him on Mass Ave. by the Hynes T stop, still yelling at people. This one likes to holla, but I like to HOLLA BACK!- B
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