Was sitting in a café outside today, just minding my own business and attempting to write a poem.
A man walks past, smiles, winks – quite sleazily. I look down and continue.
He says “Smile!”
In no mood for it, I say “Don’t tell me to smile.”
He yells back, quick as lightening: “Yeah, and that is why you have a shit sex life. Keep it up!” Then stomps off.
(I have a boyfriend and my sex life is great, but clearly someone’s isn’t.)
Just for once it would be nice to go out and not be living in fear and you can’t even stand up for yourself without getting abuse.