Running the Gauntlet
Mood:  on fire
Well, today I was getting off of the bus.  And you know on the front row of the bus sitting right by the door i had to exit from was a middle aged monkey talking the bus driver's head off because he had no life.  Today I was wearing a mid-thigh length jacket and a hood (i.e. in other words, I was not dressed to promote harassment).  As soon as I stood up to get off, the monkey spotted me and of course the first thing that goes through a black man's mind when he sees a female is "I must let her know that I know she's female with a sexual remark or gesture".  So, he kept leering as I walked to the front.  "Heeeeey" he croaked not in a friendly way but in a sexual way when I didn't even know him like that.  I just gave him the same blank look that I always have on my face.  You can't show emotion to buffoons. He tried to wink and I still stared him down until I got off the bus.  I looked him dead in the eye to let him know that he wasn't going to make me cower and make me be intimidated.  I also kept looking at him to let him know,"yes, I heard your ass and I am still not going to speak to you because I don't like your approach or attitude".  I didn't have on my headphones either so he knows I heard him.  You see, they're like children....hopefully he'll be conditioned after enough encounters with females like myself that females do not respond favorably to this.  If you are not my peer and you cannot approach me or speak to me in an appropriate manner (i.e. don't get sexual with me when I don't even know your name) and you have nothing to offer me (and trust all three of these applied to him) then leave me alone.  It's not hard boys (yeah, I said boy.  Act like a man and you'll be called one).