I’m off work today and took my poodle for a walk. A random 60-ish guy came along behind me and started following. I changed direction several times and even walked in a circle - clearly following.
So I went up to a random house and rang the doorbell, then yelled “Hurry up and open the door Sarah, I need the toilet”! The guy walked past, staring at me, up the street and still glancing over his shoulder at me. When he was out of sight I ran home in the opposite direction.
I am so bloody angry that he thought this was ok! And even more annoyed at myself for not just yelling “Piss off and stop following me”! I’ve been followed before, but pre-kids when I was a pretty young woman. Somehow it’s freaked me out more now I’m a fat 40 ish mum in a bobble hat and no makeup. He wasn’t following me to leer because I’m attractive, and it’s just made me feel so vulnerable, wondering why the fuck he has done this.