When I was 8 the leering, staring, licking of lips, hanging out of cars to get a better look, and wolf whistling started. These all happened while I was out with my Mum too, as I was not allowed out on my own at that age - and it was definitely aimed at me and not my Mum.
As a teenager I was walking home from 6th form and was wearing knee high boots and one of my neighbours in his 50’s at the time with kids the same sort of age as me and who was close with my parents came close to me and told me I’m so sexy and drive him crazy and I need to wear these boots more often as they make me look even sexier. I laughed it off as I never used to know how to respond or what to do. He told me not to laugh and to take a compliment. He then asked if I have a boyfriend and I said yes. He said ‘what a little 6th form boyfriend, you don’t want to mess around with a boy, you need a man.’ His wife emerged from the front door at this point and called out hello to me, I replied and he called out to perfectly normally saying he’d just been asking how I’m getting on in the 6th form. I made my excuses to go home and walked away.
I’ve been followed, had obscene things shouted at me and gestured at me, and was given a bouquet of flowers by a customer when I was working in a shop as a student with a greetings card stuck inside with his name and number and telling me how stunning he thinks I am and it’s the highlight of his week when I serve him, and telling me to come around for dinner and ‘dessert’ - and that is how he wrote it the dirty sod.
I even had a man in his 70’s buy me a pair of shoes - he simply handed over his credit card and paid for them as I was about to. I was 19 and found it odd obviously and wasn’t sure how to react. I knew I didn’t trust it, but he told me I was beautiful and that he’s been admiring me as I walked around the shop. He creeped me out but he said he would take me for a drink and I stupidly said yes as I felt a bit sorry for him and told myself well you could sit and have a chat with him as he did buy your shoes for you for £30 and maybe he is lonely, but deep down I thought it wrong. I sat with him in the pub and he moved his chair around to be right next to me with hardly a gap and he moved up to me when I moved away and I gave up moving. He was having general conversation about my day and asking what I do etc, then told me to put on my new shoes (gold high heeled sandals). I told him they were for my holiday and thanked him for them, and he said I want to see you wear them as I bought them for you. I put them on and he put his arm around me and told me I looked even more beautiful and that after our drink he’d take me and buy me ‘a nice short dress to wear for me with those shoes.’ I laughed it off and he turned moody and told me he means it, then put his phone on the table and told me to put my number in there. I decided to have a quick look at his messages and there were three in a row between people with women’s names followed by messages from him saying things like ‘why aren’t you replying to my messages, call me, and I just want to kiss you.’ He asked me what was taking so long and I panicked and lied and I entered the wrong number and quickly typed in a random number and my name which I’d already told him. He then starting searching for his glasses in his pocket as he said he was going to call me number to check I’d given him the right number. As he was doing this, I grabbed my bag containing my original shoes and leapt up and started rushing towards the door and he was shouting at me that he can’t hear my phone ringing and telling me to go back to him. I walked as fast as I could in the high heeled sandals - no way could I run, and I looked back and he was stood in the pub door way watching me and looking so angry.
It actually felt very therapeutic writing this down.