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Exiting Hoyt-Schermerhorn subway station: “You’re in the wrong neighborhood Snow White. Where you going baby? I said where you going?!”
I was waiting for the 1 train at 110th street at approx 7:10 pm last night (Saturday 2/8/14). I was approached by a 50ish male. He was talking quietly to me, I had to ask him several times to repeat himself. I realized he was trying to give me his email address.
He told me to email him because he wants to give it to me and said he has a “big one” down there, at which point he thrust his hips at me. I walked away and he followed, when I stopped he kept walking.
My phone was ripped out of my hands by a thief on Monday night. I didn’t even hear him coming – one second, I was reading on my phone, and the next, a man leaned over my body, ripped it from my hands, and ran in the other direction. It was just a phone, an object, a thing, and it could have been so much worse. But the experience has left me feeling powerless and violated all the same. I only saw the back of him, but he was tall and skinny and dressed casually – not a very specific description, and I don’t want to breed fear of all men or anything like that. But one thing I can urge is to try to resist the temptation to pass time waiting for trains by looking constantly at your phone. Maybe awareness on my part wouldn’t have made a difference. Then again, maybe it would have. Either way, it couldn’t hurt. Be safe and well.
I got followed on the subway last night.
I sat down across from some guy around 1am. He started making kissing noises and muttering things under his breath. I tried to ignore it and stare at my iPhone. But every time I would look up to check the station, his eyes were locked on me. So eventually I moved to the other side of the car. I feel no shame making it known their actions are inappropriate.
But from there I could still hear the noises and looked up to see him still locked in from across the car. So I switched cars. And when I looked up again to get off at my stop, there he was in the doorway. And then he exited with me.
I’m not sure the last time I’ve been that terrified. This man clearly had no shame and no goal except to degrade me. And not even in a passive way. He’d put effort into the chase. And so I bolted. I got out of the subway as fast as possible and for once was grateful for the incessant police presence on Nostrand Ave in Crown Heights. I didn’t stop till a cop car was next to me and the man was nowhere to be seen.
I was walking down the street when a guy who was walking in the opposite direction as me stopped in front of me and attempted to block my path. I went around him and started to walk faster but he followed me. He began saying sexually inappropriate things as he followed me for about a block. Eventually, he gave up harassing me and walked away.
I was trying to get to my train during rush hour traffic at the end of the day. I kept hearing someone say “Hey! Hey beautiful hey gorgeous! hey!” I thought it wasn’t for me so I kept walking. I soon realized that some guy was following me from the time I got off the subway until I got to the track my train was on then disappeared. I just don’t know why people think that is a way to get a woman’s attention.
I was walking home from the subway one evening when I saw my boyfriend walking to meet me. The man walking in front of him said, “Hello, beautiful”, as he passed by me. I paused, then yelled back, “I wasn’t smiling at you!” He turned around to see me standing with a 6’7″ man and our dog. I felt safe enough to shout, “Yeah, have a good night!” as he scurried to his house. It felt amazing to finally holla back!! Maybe he’ll think twice before doing a creepy walk-by cat call.
I was giving my gf a goodbye kiss on the street. A random guy came up, threw his arms around us and licked my face before we pushed him away.
Walking into the 53rd street R train subway station, a man leered at me and stated “god bless you shorty.” This subway stop is always surrounded by men who have no problem leering or making inappropriate remarks.
I was on a Staples run for my internship when I notice two men laughing behind me. I ignored them for a few blocks but noticed they kept walking closer to me. Eventually, one of them stuck his hand out and touched my butt. I turned around and firmly yelled that they are not to touch me. They laughed and ran away.