one of the worst parts of what happened to me last night (a delivery driver virtually stalked me and i had to call the police) is the response i've seen from the men in my life. my ex texted me and told me it was "creepy, but flattering" and a guy who has been trying to pick me up for years imed me and repeated what the guy who stalked me said as if it were a great springboard for flirting with me, reminding me of the time i got stalked.
i rarely get deep into the huge gender divide that comes with perceptions of real life events, but the fact that these men have the privilege to make a joke out of what happened to me or to think its a logical way to pop in and flirt with me is disgusting. to make a joke out of it is disgusting.
it is not funny. i was home alone last night, triple checked the deadbolt on my door, and was scared to leave my house for class this morning. i haven't eaten anything in two days. i have always been paranoid when i'm alone on the street with another man, and now i am even more anxious than i was before, for fear that one of the men might decide to stalk me, too.
the guy knows where i live, what i look like, my phone number and my name. i gave him absolutely none of these things. he saw me when he delivered my food and got the rest from my delivery ticket. he had the audacity to text me after his boss and the police were called and tell me "thanks a lot," like i did some great disservice by reporting what he did to himself.
so no, fuck you. it isn't funny. and you're a fucking asshole.
