Yes and I always hated it. It did it the past make me very unhappy and played a large part in the anxiety order I developed.
It started when I was a teenager. I was 15 and was doing my GCSEs at a local collage rather than school (I won’t go into the reasons I wasn’t at school) and used to get the bus. I had a middle age man stalking me and he would wait for me when I got off the bus. He gave me presents, wrote me poems, and kept pestering me to go back to his house. I didn’t but some other poor girl did. He assaulted her, and I had to give a statement to police for the court and he was imprisoned.
I went to university in Sheffield for 7 years and had all sorts of unwanted attention although I never went on nights out. It was the usual stuff from builders and workmen mentioned by others. One of the worse encounters was when I was walking back to my flat alone early in the evening in winter and it was dark. A man stopped me to ask for directions, the grabbed me and kissed me. I was so scared because he knew where I lived. I reported it to the police but they weren’t interested. Thankfully I never saw him again.
The worse encounter was on a train on my way back from Sheffield. The train was packed with American students and no one came around to check the tickets. A man sat next to and kept brushing up against me and eventually his hands were everywhere. This went on for nearly two hours. It was horrific.
In my workplace I had a man pinch my backside when photos were being taken and he proceeded to place his hands between my legs. I should have reported him but he was very senior.
I had a builder working at neighbours house harassing me all day and he left me his mobile number through my letterbox.
It’s depressing thinking back, and it was more than attention. I don’t know why this happened to me. I’m extremely shy and never went out on nights out, and have only been with my DH. All the attention happened when I was going about my normal daily life. I used to get very nervous walking past men in the street, especially builders.
Now I’m nearly mid 40s and since having DS have put on some weight. A man in a van beeped his horn at me the other day. Men in vans are awful too. I wouldn’t want to go back to what it was like when I was younger and feel for women who have put up with the unwanted attention.
Sorry about the long post!