(May 28, 2013 at 6:02 pm)ideologue08 Wrote: Actually the Muslim schools I visited treated women better than the British public school I went to here in the UK.You went to Public School? Like Eton? Woah. You must be loaded! Lucky fucker....
Back to the topic... I've never reported anyone for sexual harassment. I don't care enough really, it's not like I was hurt. The first time that I remember was at Party In The Park in Hyde Park when I was about 14. I was by myself because my sister who I'd come with had left because she felt ill. This creepy man who must have been in his late 40s-early 50s must have noticed I was alone and ended up behind me. He got his dick out and kept rubbing it up against my back. I didn't really know what to do; I didn't want to cause a scene so I just tried to move away. The crowd was so packed that I couldn't move anywhere without him just moving too, so I just tried to ignore it. A group of people somewhere to my right eventually noticed what was happening and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to stand with them and made sure I was OK. They shouted over to security to tell them about the pervy old fucker, and they didn't give a shit, so that was the end of that.
Since then I've had the usual hard-on digging into me (deliberately) on the tube and bus, and one time I was on a train in a skirt that was just above my knee and this man sat next to me and started rubbing my knee with his hand, so I got up and sat somewhere else because that's a creepy funking thing to do. Oh god, then there was this bus driver who fancied me. I was always friendly to him because he was always so friendly to me. He got the wrobg end of the stick, because one time I was the only person left on his bus, and he drove the bus off the bus route to a quiet street and stopped (I suddenly thought I was about to be murdered, btw) and he came upstairs to where I was sitting and gave me his life story before practically begging for my number. The most awkward moment of my life!
Oooh, there was another man who was following me for a while. He used to take the same bus home as me late at night. One night he was walking a few feet ahead of me down a backstreet at around 1am then he stopped and turned to me and asked "Are you afraid of me?" I said no, which had been true before he funking asked. Anyway, I decided he must be some kind of psychopath so made sure I didn't say or do anything that would make him strangle me. Then when I had to turn off this road onto my road he took out his phone and asked for my number. I had to give him my real number, because he was obviously going to check it right there and then, and I couldn't say no incase he got upset and killed me. As soon as he was out of sight I added his number to my blocked numbers list, which meant that if he called, my phone wouldn't ring, it would just tell me he'd tried to call. He tried to call me several times a day every day for weeks, I'd started going home from work the long way to avoid him even. Then one day I was leaving my flat and he was sitting on the wall outside my building. He didn't speak to me, thankfully, but after that I kept seeing him all over the place. He'd turn up outside my work, on my street, on my new route home, outside my new work when I changed jobs, outside my local shop. It was so creepy. The last time I saw him he stopped me to talk and told me he'd been looking for a ln English wife and asked me if I was interested. I told him I had a boyfriend, and I never saw him again. Lol
