When I was at University I worked at a local bar that was about ten minutes walk away from the apartment that I lived in. One Saturday afternoon I was on my way to a shift that started at 4.00pm. I was wearing a baggy blue checked shirt with the logo of the bar on it, long black trousers and a sturdy pair of black boots. I wasn’t wearing any make-up, my hair was tied up and I was minding my own business. Suddenly, I heard a man shout:
“Oi! Sexy! Where are you going?”
I turned around, thinking it was one of my friends. I didn’t recognise this man or his friend and so I turned around and carried on walking.
“Aww, don’t walk away! Where are you going? Give me your number!”
I ignored him, but the sound of his voice didn’t get any quieter. They were obviously…
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