9/16/07

I've experienced my fair share of verbal 'admirations' from men on the street and in other public places... I've always assumed this came from being naturally busty at a young age (a.k.a. without having had kids/enhancment/etc.) and being 'petite'/wearing glasses/looking older than I am... etc. They were, however, usually confined to honks, things yelled from cars (I often walked to work), or simple staring.

However, the incidents have begun to escalate (both in frequency and scariness) at a rather alarming pace.

This escalation started about a month ago... I was -days- away from taking a trip with some of my former High School classmates to Germany, and my passport still had not arrived... so my mother and I took an emergency, last minute trip to a Passport Processing center in Colorado.

I, happily, had my passport in hand after waking up early and standing in line for only an hour or two.. and our flight back to DFW (my hometown) was not until the next morning, so we had some time to kill.

We went to the local mall and just looked around, so I could maybe pick up some clothes for the trip.. I had just exited a gaming store (with the usual stares that accompany any girl walking into one of those) when two teenagers passed by and said, loud enough for me and my mother to hear, "Check out the rack on that one." When I gasped and my mother blurted out "Excuse me?" They chuckled and replied "What? We just lookin'."... like that made it ok .

About a week later, while in Germany...

While my male friend was still on the phone, two older men approached me and started speaking rather broken German. When I told them, first in German and then in English, that I only spoke a little German, they quickly switched to even worse English. I finally deciphered that they were trying to sell the American teenagers weed. When I declined, one of the men went to solicite my friend (who was still on the phone) and the other one stayed to chat me up, maybe thinking I might change my mind.... after some horribly non-productive conversation, mainly consisting of me attempting to get him to go away, he glanced/nodded down at my breast and said "So you have the American boob job, yes?" in a mixture of english and german. I was agast, and the word for "away" in German popped into my head, and I started pointing and yelling it... the man grabbed his friend and dissapeared...

I later told the other girl with us about this incident, and looking back on it was slightly humourous... it ended up being a big joke the whole trip.

These last two incidents are much more frightening.

One involves the drive-thru at my local McDonalds. ... There was a certian young man who worked (and possibly still works) the drive thru in the mornings. He is probably atleast seven years my senior, but he still kind of flirted with me and complimented me on my car. I didn't mind this at first, as he was polite and not creepy about it. So I talked to him... and then it slowly got worse. He would keep me at the window (by holding my change hostage... to the point where I started paying exactly) and hold up the line, just talking to me. At the beginning, while the conversation was non-threatening, I had let two things slip:

1. I lived in the area

2. I really liked the new, redesigned, '06 civic si's that had just came out.

He -bought- one of those civics, and told me he 'thought I would like it', and then the next day when I was in the drive-thru he told me that my little Honda looked cute sitting in front of my house I was... flabbergasted. I drove straight to the police station, but they said there was probably not much they could do.

I have since seen him while out driving, and he usually pulls up right along side me and waves, or tries to get me to race him. He knows the make and model of all cars my family owns, from asking other employees at McDonalds.

The poliece still haven't done anything.

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The other, more frightening incident happened recently. I was checking in to my dorm at college, and had a few friends from High School with me, including my male, gay best friend, and a guy we both new who had actually left high school early to go to an advanced acadamey at this particular college.

The desk is set up in such a way that it's a boob-height, but the person setting behind it just barely looks over the desk. I was wearing a simple, not-too revealing v-cut sweater, with an undershirt under it to keep my breast from hanging out.

Now, this guy I know from High School has always been a little... off. And kind of weird... part of it is that he's a genius, so much so that he doesn't have normal social skills.

He's the kind of guy you let hang out with you just because there's no way to get rid of him/you're scared of what will happen if you do... (if anyone was going to bring a gun to school, it would've been him).. but I figured I'd rather be on his good side, so I tolerated him. And most of the time, he was tollerable.

However, when the desk clerck looked up to greet me, he was apparently quite taken with my breast, and stared for a moment before letting out a barely audible 'damn' and quickly looking back down at the keyboard.

I could've written this off, except the 'friend' (in the -loosest- sense of the word) from High School leaned over the counter and went "Yeah, I know.. she has huge boobs."

When I acted agast, he said "What? I thought I'd compliment you on them." I shook my head, and my gay friend stepped in and told the other guy he should leave. The other guy did such, until the next day when we ran into him at the cafateria... he leaned over (I was wearing a similar shirt/undershirt combo) and said "Huh... you have a cut on your boob" and then proccedded to put his finger right on it. (The cut was a cat scratch from trying to medicate my elderly cat, and was semi-deep in my cleavage)... I slapped his hand away, and once again my gay friend stepped in and told him he needed to leave right away.

I filed a report with the campus poliece, and they called him in and interviewed him.. but the just blew it off because it was my word vs. his, and I had no proof.

I unfourtunently have a class with this ass-hole (who still doesn't think he did anything wrong) and I now arrive late and leave early from that class (w/consent of the teacher, after explaining the situation) to avoid him, since it was too late to drop it.

If he ever speaks to me again, I'm going to kick him in the balls and possibly the face, and have told him as much after he sat right behind me one day and proceded to lean over me and stare down at my breast, and then point out my breast to all of the guys in his row (quite a few of whom collaberated with him in commenting on them)..