The Muse concert, obviously, rocked. The journey home, not so much. Here is the story of how we were sexually harassed by one (hopefully) drunk man on the train.
We were on the train, on our way from the concert, halfway home, when a fairly drunk middle-aged man approached us. He trew off compliments, and at first it was just nice, and kind of awkward. "You're very cute. Very beautiful." He started asking "Are you a boy?" and "Do you want to be a boy?", probably because of my short hair, and the fact that my boobs were more or less invisible in my shirt.
He asked for my name, but I didn't want to give it to him, so I said Billie. He didn't believe me, but eventually he said "Allright, Billie." By now, I was so uncomfortable, and had grabbed my friend's hand, so he said "Are you a lesbian?" To avoid more uncomfortable talk, we said "Yeah, we are." And that's where it all started going downhill. "How old are you?" We told him. "Oh my God. And you're already eating pussy?" We tried calming him down, and by now he had layed down on the floor, trying to peek under my third friend's skirt.
A train employee walked by, looking at him, and we sent her a desperate look. He kept begging us for hugs, we said "Not while you're this intoxicated. Maybe if we knew you." We got up, ready to leave the train at our station, and he leaned in to hug my friend. She gave him a pat on the back.When he came to me, I knew I was on the edge of an anxiety attack, so I tried carefully pushing him away. "No!" he yelled. "You know what, you shouldn't have done that. When you try to push me like that..." He put his fist up in my face. "You wanna try, huh? See how strong, wanna try?" We moved towards the exit. My friend said to him: "Have fun wherever you're going!", and he calmed down a bit. We ran off as soon as the train had stopped.
Towards us came four police officers, walking next to the train woman. The police men stopped us, asked for our names, and then he said "So how was the concert?". We told him how great it was, and he said his collegas had sent him SnapChats all night. It was a very nice police man. After 10 minutes, when they had explained what would happen, that they might call us etc., the other two police men walked by us with the drunk man. It was raining, and for some reason he wasn't wearing shoes. He sent us the evilest look I've ever seen. And it wasn't an evil smile. The look said "This is your fault, and I will kill you." I was very close to trowing up all the time, but the only thing that kept me from it was how easy the police man was, and that he was really cool.
An awful ending to a wonderful night.
