 So last night, I had my bedroom windows open to let in some fresh air. When I was about to go to bed (fully clothes and bundled up), I decided to close them - it was getting a little bit cold. I raised the shades and closed one window, and three guys on the street heard it. Instead of being normal and just moving along, these three guys took the opportunity to look at me and start yelling things - you know, sweet nothings like, "ooh what you doing?" or "hey, what's up baby?" I gave them a disgusted look and closed the shades and went back to closing the other window and locking my apartment like Fort Knox. You know, when a dude harrasses me on the street, I am at least comforted by the idea that I can scoot into a store if need be - I can get away from him somehow. But when I am in my apartment, by myself - where do I go then? What bastards - now I feel on edge in my own house by my own windows. |
So last night, I had my bedroom windows open to let in some fresh air. When I was about to go to bed (fully clothes and bundled up), I decided to close them - it was getting a little bit cold. I raised the shades and closed one window, and three guys on the street heard it. Instead of being normal and just moving along, these three guys took the opportunity to look at me and start yelling things - you know, sweet nothings like, "ooh what you doing?" or "hey, what's up baby?" I gave them a disgusted look and closed the shades and went back to closing the other window and locking my apartment like Fort Knox. You know, when a dude harrasses me on the street, I am at least comforted by the idea that I can scoot into a store if need be - I can get away from him somehow. But when I am in my apartment, by myself - where do I go then? What bastards - now I feel on edge in my own house by my own windows.