Greeeeeat. Just GREAT. Another creep. This time, it’s one at work and slowly, it has become a common theme in my life. Encounter after encounter, I have become increasingly repulsed and evasive with men. Unwanted physical contact and uncomfortable conversations are not pleasant. As my friend Raphael says, it’s a “perk to being a cute little Asian girl.” Ha. Ha. Ha. Nooot.
Several months ago, I had a tremendously awkward experience with my friend’s roommate, who repeatedly put me in an unusual social position. Let’s call him “D.” D sent me messages every day and night, despite my disinterested attitude. For me, receiving this type of attention is very unfamiliar, bizarre, and new, and I know how to approach it… In spite of that, I did not have the confidence to be forthright in such an unsettling situation. Eventually, I asked D if he liked me. After confirming that he did, I told him to stop with this kind of behavior and for a moment, he did.
D still constantly messaged me. This time, he was talking about pursuing other “cute girls” as an attempt to arouse jealousy in me. I confronted him yet again and deleted him from my contacts list. I spoke with my friend about D and according to him, D thought I was the “shy type” or “playing hard to get.” Frankly, that annoyed me, if not infuriated me. If I tell someone I don’t like him/her, I don’t like him/her. There is only one single meaning: “I don’t like you.” Nothing else.
Did he think he was special? How can someone be that arrogant? Is that supposed to be an excuse for my lack of attraction to a disgusting, desperate person? I can imagine him saying, “Oh, it’s because she’s shy/gay/etc. I mean, there’s no way she could resist me. There HAS to be a reason.” If there was an emoticon for rolling my eyes and indicating irritation, I would use it now.
Months later—yesterday to be exact—D decides to send me a message yet again. My response was to ignore him. I refuse to feed the ego of someone so incredibly cocky.
My first year of college overall has been full of various creepy encounters. For one, I had a stalker in the library. I’ve had a couple of “admirers” in my classes that have been too “touchy-feely.” Thinking about it is sickening. I have needed to actually tell someone to not touch me. The past semester, I have been at school around twelve hours per day and my last class finishes at around 9 PM. One of my “touchy-feely” classmates thought it was a bright idea to grab me late at night.
I am known to be a reserved person and I dislike physical contact. I did what I naturally would do—I hit him and became angry. This was the same person that I specifically told to not touch me and this was the same day I told him that. I suppose I have a very “anti-men” attitude to me now, but I believe it’s justified.
As for my coworker, he is a twenty-five-year-old male and I am nineteen. I have been receiving inappropriate physical contact from him in the form of random embraces at work. Bear in mind that I have only met this person about five times… A few nights ago, I inquired about the schedule of one of our managers and received unhelpful and unnecessary flirtatious answers. I have decided to address his over-affectionate nature and ask him to discuss only job matters with me. If his activities are continued, I will have to contact the head manager.
That being said, I’ve come to the conclusion that one cannot act soft with unbearable people and not be too generous with the chances I give, hoping that they will change and save myself a great deal of frustration and stress.
