non-consensual

Maria

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Some days ago I took a cab to get home from work. Some cab drivers are talkative and I generally don’t mind because I’m talkative myself, so I didn’t mind answering this man’s questions which started pretty broad (as usual) then became more and more personal. We got to the topic of romantic relationships, then the man started asking about my sexual relationships, and I tried to answer vaguelly because I was obviously unconfortable but I didn’t want to seem “uncool” or rude if i told him I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. But I didn’t tell him and this jerk continued asking sexual questions until I said “I don’t wanna answer this question, let’s talk about something else”. I hate that I did this, because by asking to change the subject he believed I somehow stil wanted to know about his sexual life or that he could continue aking about mine. I got off the cab as fast as I was close to my house but because of the rush I forgot a piece of my luggage in his car. The next day this man called me so that we could meet up and he could give me back my piece of luggage. I reluctantly agreed to meet him, mostly because my luggage was important to me. When we met, this idiot made me pay him a stupid fee for him moving to the meeting place to give me my stuff back, stuff that I wouldn’t have forgotten if he hadn’t been fricking creepy and disgusting during the ride! I paid him his stupid fee to just get over with it. I guess I’m writing this because I’m really mad at myself because I wasn’t brave enough to tell him clearly to shut up during the car ride and that I ended up paying extra money just for him to fix something that this man himself caused!

Athene

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I got to know a guy during a friend’s party in Germany. It turned out that we both live in the same city, and he liked to travel the world, so I suggested that we meet up so I could hear more about his travels. Until today, I am not sure whether he mistook my suggestion as getting together for a date. For me, it was simply two people meeting up to exchange news about travelling. We met, and I suggested going to a café, but he seemed reluctant and instead invited me over to his place. I didn’t have a good feeling about this at all, but since I was always being told that I should try out new things, I agreed, going against my gut instinct. Once we were in his flat, we stood there in the hall, and he came close to me, put his hand on my shoulder and tried to kiss me. I got a terrible fright and pulled away. He backed off, and since I didn’t want to be rude by leaving at once, we had an awkward conversation during which he told me about the women he’d gone to bed with. After that, I had really had enough, was thoroughly disgusted, went home and never contacted him again. Whether you’re a woman or a man – if you’re not sure whether the other party would like to be kissed/wants intimate contact, PLEASE OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND ASK BEFOREHAND.