I'm not exactly sure if this is the right place to put this, but here it goes anyway.
I moved to New York City to go to college about three months or so ago. I absolutely LOVE it there like you can't believe--I was born in a small town in the Midwest and all my life that never really worked for me. I'm not a terribly social person; I like to get my work done and be satisfied with accomplishing something. I'm not a party-er, either, and it seems to be finally catching up to me in a bad way now.
At first when I was in the city, I was pretty paranoid to walk the streets alone. I suppose some people picked up on that because I was approached several times and called out to by strangers (men) on the streets. Obviously that's to be expected to a certain extent and while I panicked a little to myself, I managed to get away without any trouble--just minding my own business/ignoring/walking into a store kind of normal streetwise stuff. Eventually I became much more comfortable and people stopped approaching me.
Now, I don't consider myself a terribly attractive person, though I've been told many times that I am. I don't really believe it though somehow because to this day I have never had a boyfriend or anything--this was all through highschool, too. I'm certainly not attractive in any kind of traditional American 'skinny blonde' way. I've had crushes of course--but if I ever went through about asking him, I'd always get rejected. On the other hand, I've had several people try to ask me out as well, but they've all been unappealing to me in one way or another, and I've never really had an exceptionally good-looking guy ask me out. I've to this day never even had a real kiss. Then again, there weren't many desirables where I came from anyway!
Now, in the city, I've actually gotten so crazy about this strangers approaching business that I never wear makeup, and sometimes I intentionally wait an extra day or two to take a shower. I try not to make myself look too much like a desirable object to these guys, you could say.
It doesn't work.
While I've gotten much more comfortable actually walking the streets, and don't get bothered as often at all, I now get bothered when I'm sitting down, say, on the train or in a restaurant. I've had two unpleasant incidents that I wonder if any of you would consider 'normal;' or if I'm doing something terribly wrong that's attracting this kind of behavior, or if I'm just subject to freak circumstances.
The area in New York that I live in is a notably safe area. Of course, one must always have one's guard up, but the area is really nothing to be afraid of. The other night I was with two other good friends, eating at a 24 hour Greek diner. It was pretty late--perhaps around 11:30 or so--and the waiter, who happened to be a short, ugly, 50 year old man, started sitting next to me--right in front of my friends, mind you--and basically flirting with me, calling me 'beautiful' and such. I took it pretty lightly, and was friendly, but not to my knowledge provocative in any way. (Now, I'll interrupt this story briefly to say that it's truly against my nature to be mean, and even if I'm mean to a complete jerk I end up feeling guilty for a long time after. I was raised to be empathetic and it is both a blessing and a curse.) I tried to mind my own business but he kept coming back and flirting. I thought it was harmless. I've had people do similar things in front of my parents when I was little--adoring, that is; not anything sexual of course.
I know that it is in the Greek culture for men to be more gregarious to women, so I let him have what I hoped would be his one-sided fun and ignored him without being rude. (I also am aware that my body type and looks are what would seem to be as-described to be attractive to Greeks. I have long curly brown hair and dark eyes, and my body is built very much like the Neoclassical and Baroque painted women of the old masters--thicker but still shapely; nothing like the modern American icon.) This waiter did NOT touch me or anything, or I would have seen what followed coming and would have left without paying in a second.
So, when it is time for us to pay, my friends get up and as I was leaving a tip, the waiter comes back and says goodbye, and gives me a freaking KISS on the LIPS - TWICE. I did NOT see that coming. I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do. I paid and left. Had I been smarter--and meaner--I would have reported him and gotten his fired. And not paid. But I was too shocked and disgusted to even think about that. I HATED that.
If that weren't enough, just about a week later I was getting on the train to NJ. It was ineffably crowded, and when I finally got in the train car, all the seats filled up quickly, and then a COMPLETELY drunk middle-aged man with a beer sits next to me. He looks like a well to-do type, which seems ironic but also explains why he could have gotten so drunk--he could afford all the liquor. I mind my own business, but he starts talking to me. I just nod and agree--I figure arguing with a drunk person would not be a terribly good idea. I try to mind my own business and text on my phone and such, and pretend to sleep, but this man will not shut up. I can't move my seat either because the train car is completely full. By now he's told me that he got off work at 1, went to have lunch with some friends and drank till they got there, then drank till 3, then went to a bar and drank, then went to dinner and drank till 5--it was about 6 when we were on the train--and now he was drinking a beer. I'm surprised he wasn't more ****faced than he was. He told me he spent $1000 on drinks. I just nodded and agreed--I don't drink myself but I know other people do and I don't feel like I should impose my beliefs on people--I know I wouldn't appreciate someone imposing their beliefs on me one single bit.
Then, he tries to tell me that he works for the Railroad (which he may very well have, but you never know) and because our train got delayed 2 hours (which it did) that we'll either get a free ride, or he'd say I was his niece or daughter and get me on for free. I was not going to take that. I said I'd already paid numerous times and that I could handle it, but he persisted. I didn't give in--I just minded my own business again.
So, he talks to me for the whole trip and I just nod and agree, and mind my own business, and be nice but not exceptionally nice, but not mean either, until finally when he's about to leave, he asks me my name (and I told him a different one) and shakes my hand, and then freakin kisses me on the cheek. I tried to retaliate but I guess I wasn't mean enough. Then, he freakin asks me if he should call me sometime. That was it--I said assertively, "No, absolutely not," and he says, "Are you sure?" and I said, "I'm absolutely 100% positive," and so he was defeated. He said goodbye and to have a good holiday. But I felt a twang of hurt from him though. And that made me feel terrible--can you imagine that? After all that I feel guilty for being assertive.
So, you can imagine that I'm a little uneasy now after those events. I REALLY don't want things like that to happen again, but I really don't want to be mean to people because people are just people (unless you're talking about extreme cases). I know that if I'm friendly to a stranger and they snap at me something along the lines of "I don't talk to strangers" that I feel terribly hurt, and I don't want other people to feel that way.
So, what does anyone think? Has anyone had any real life nightmares like this by any chance, and how did you handle them?
Thanks a lot, girls! (and guys who may be here as well)
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.....that would be so uncomfortable for me too.
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