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He Followed Me In Broad Daylight

I decided to stay in my college city between my junior and senior year to intern, and wait tables to help save money. I would intern Monday - Friday from 7-2, and then wait tables from 4-10. My internship was only a mile from my apartment so I would walk there, and then get a ride with a coworker to my waiting job.

But I will never forget the day that I was followed.

It started out like any other day. I woke up early and walked to my internship which only took about 20 minutes. The day seemed to be dragging and when it hit 2 I was excited to head home and eat lunch. I thought I would have just enough time for a quick nap before heading to the country club. I grabbed my things, and headed outside. Traffic was pretty steady and I was waiting to cross the one way street when I saw a dark green car, with peeling paint and dirty windows. Finally a break in the cars opened up and I jogged across the street. I walked one block and saw the dark green car coming my way, which was weird because this was another one way street going in the opposite direction, which meant that this car pulled a u-turn essentially. I knew I had just seen this car a minute ago.

That's when the guy pulled off to the side of the road right in front of me, and got out of his car while I was crossing this street. He walked in a wide semi-circle so that now I was in between him and his car, and he began bombarding me with questions.

"How's your day? It's pretty warm outside, isn't it? Did you braid your hair yourself? Where are you going?"

The hair started standing on the back of my neck and my heart was racing. Something just felt off. I'm a small women and I'm pretty used to having men ask me questions and harass me while I walk the street, but this was different. He was closing in on me, and he wasn't giving me any time to process his questions or allowing for any break between them. He had his hand out to shake, and I still don't know why to this day that I went to shake his hand. I didn't consciously shake his hand, and it wasn't until my small hand was in his large hand that I realized what was happening.

"I like your shirt! It's really pretty. It looks good on you."

Uhh, thanks.

"Where are you heading?"

At this point he had let go of my hand. But he had been continuously walking towards me, and I was walking backwards in the middle of the street. I was always positioned between him and his car. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I knew I had to get out of there. I said, "I'm sorry, I have to go." and managed to get fully across the street and onto the sidewalk. I was still looking at him though, and walking backwards.

"You're a waitress, right? At the country club up the road?"

I panicked. I wasn't in my uniform for the country club, and I was 100% positive that he wasn't a member there. I thought maybe he knew me from my old job working at a sports bar, but I'm pretty good with faces and I would have remembered him. He was about 6'4" with dark hair, and had thick rimmed glasses. I would have remembered his face. There couldn't have been any way he knew that I worked as a waitress at the country club, and I doubt that my old bosses would have mentioned it to him if he DID know me from my old gig.

"I'm sorry, I really have to go."

I turned around and began fast paced walking/jogging as fast as I could. I usually took the scenic route home through the old "neighborhoods" in the city, but I decided to change it up and take the busiest street I could think of near me. I turned around when I was about half a block down and saw that he was getting into his car.

I called my boyfriend at the time to try and calm down, but he was in a work meeting and couldn't answer. I texted him about the guy, and I was terrified. I turned right to head to the street that had a playground and a popular restaurant knowing that I would pass tons of families and people out for a late lunch. I couldn't relax though.

I finally reached the busy street and had to wait for a break in traffic to cross the street again. Luckily I was right and there were people everywhere, tons of cars driving by, families at the playground, and people enjoying the weather.

I started to relax and look around, trying to convince myself that he must have met me at the sports bar. That's when I saw the dark green car a block away, driving at a snails pace. He was staring right at me and he had a disgusting smile on his face. We locked eyes for a moment, and he sped off.

By this point I was only a couple of blocks away from my apartment, and I ran. When I finally got into my apartment I had a panic attack and started crying. My sister's boyfriend was home and I told him what happened. My hands were shaking and I couldn't breathe. I was paranoid that the guy had followed me home. And then I thought if he knew that I was waitressing at the country club, what if he knew where I lived already? I couldn't calm down, and I didn't sleep soundly for a few weeks after.

I didn't see him again while living in that city, and I hope to never meet him again. The only regret I have is not reporting it to non-emergency police, but I figured telling them that I was creeped out wasn't a good enough reason to alert them. I wish I had.