I’m not your baby!

I had to work two extra hours at work (which I get no overtime for) and was in an evil mood. I just sensed that a harasser was going to try to talk to me and put me in an even worse mood than what I was.

During my walk to the train station, I went to drop a library book off. Homeless people were hanging around which is a regular occurrence when the library is open, but it creeps me out when the library is closed (this was about 7:45 in the evening).

I put my book in the drop box, and walked past this guy. He was eating a sandwich, and I knew, JUST KNEW that when he started staring at me like mad and smacking really loudly on his sandwich that he was going to try to talk to me. And sadly, my gut feeling was right.

“Baby, can I walk with you?” he asked. Like I said, I was not in the mood.
“I am NOT your FUCKING baby!” I snapped, full of venom. He had no response to it, and went back to eating his sandwich. And when I pulled out my cell phone to snap his photo, he just stared. What a loser. Did he honestly think I’d be flattered by his company? Hell no!

When I got closer to my neck of the woods, I was on guard. I wore sunglasses though the sun was close to setting, I crossed the street when I saw a group of teenage boys hanging out on one block, jumped when a car beeped at me, and had my phone out ready to snap photos of any other harassers or call the police if need be. It’s sad that I can’t just live my life and go about my day, it sucks that I have to be on guard all the time.

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6 responses to “I’m not your baby!

  1. Here’s a link to the photo of this guy:

    Library Harasser

    What a creep!

  2. Your response was absolutely spot-on, and stopped him in his tracks. Good! Anyone who thinks you were rude or too abrupt with this guy can get stuffed – women don’t OWE politeness or even civility to men who behave inappropriately.

  3. Thanks, Jeanne!

  4. Are you kidding me? If you’re that on edge, that sensitive and that afraid then just MOVE. Encountering homeless people is part of living in a city. I understand that nobody wants to be harrassed, but thats kind of the price of admission. If you don’t want to be bothered then move to Virginia like the rest of them.

    Obviously the homeless man didn’t think you would be FLATTERED by his proposition. Nor did he ever imagine you would say “Yea, sure! Come walk me home! I’ll show you where my spare key is!” This is how those who are the cast out from our society attempt to interact with people. This is what they have. You don’t have to be rude on top of it.

  5. Are you kidding me? If you’re that on edge, that sensitive and that afraid then just MOVE.

    Ah, the stock response for whenever someone like me has the gall to complain about something in DC.

    I was having a bad day and had every damn right to be mad. I also have every damn right to be able to walk down a street, drop off a library book, etc. without being propositioned by creepy guys.

    This is how those who are the cast out from our society attempt to interact with people. This is what they have.

    There are better ways to interact with people than “Baby, can I walk with you?” How about a simple “hello”?

    Stop making excuses for street harassment, nsmith. To use cliché ’90s vernacular, “Talk to the hand, because the face isn’t listening!”

  6. Hey, nsmith – where, pray tell, can women live their lives without unwanted attention from men with senses of entitlement – huh?! ‘Cuz I’ll move there tomorrow, and have PLENTY of company, i.e., all other women are sick to death of this shit that happens EVERY GOD-DAMNED WHERE! And news flash: it’s not VIRGINIA – men there have as little self-control as men anywhere else. If you’re not helping us, you’re part of the problem, and you and your unwanted opinions can go straight to hell.

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