The blonde you shouted at - w4m - 27 (American Blvd/34th Ave)

[ismnotwasm]

Last edited Tue Sep 17, 2013, 11:37 AM - Edit history (1)

The scene: 4:30 pm Friday, intersection at American Blvd and 34th Avenue.

You: Middle-aged, dark hair, tan skin, driving a green SUV and wearing the kind of red polo shirt you corporate douchebags love to wear on fridays so you can easily transition from day to night (assuming "day" is some generic but well paid desk job and "night" is maybe a brief happy hour at Applebees before heading back to the burbs and stopping to grab a red box dvd for the kids on your way home.)

Me: 20s, blonde hair, black fitted dress, gladiator sandals and waiting at the intersection to catch the lightrail.

I know how it is. That quittin' time whistle blows, announcing the weekend, and you get that rush of adrenaline that only comes on Friday afternoons, when the whole world is your oyster and all you need is the freedom to shuck it and some beer to wash it down. You make the minimum requisite small talk with your colleagues as you bolt for your car in the corporate wasteland parking lot and get excited at the notion of beating the traffic home. Maybe your classic rock radio station starts to play your favorite Creed song right as your engine turns on and you're feeling extra lucky. And that's where you find your psyche as you approach the intersection to turn onto 34th - you're a man with nothing to lose and an open road ahead of you.

That's when you spot me, halfway into the street, waiting behind a construction sign for the light to change so I can cross to the light rail stop. If you'd looked closely, you might have noticed I looked tired, eager for peace and quiet after a draining day. You might also have noticed my arms were full of paperwork, confirming that I have a demanding profession and a hard weekend ahead of me. Unfortunately, though, based on what happened next I assume you didn't notice these things, or if you did, you determined they were much less important than the fact that I have two legs that attach at an ass.

http://minneapolis.craigslist.org/hnp/mis/4067717678.html

From original article by Salon


http://www.salon.com/2013/09/16/amazing_craigslist_missed_connections_calls_out_creepy_street_harasser/

[raccoon]

1. Guys, what if you do that and it turns out her boyfriend/husband is in the mob? nt

[ismnotwasm]

2. Probably act all bewildered

"But it was a complement!"

[seabeyond]

3. i hear you racoon, BUT... we should not have to have a man as a threat to EXPECT a grown

man not to be a fuckin jackwad creep.

[raccoon]

5. ITA....nt

[MadrasT]

4. Yeah, that actually happened to me once.

A couple of dudes were leering at me and making lewd remarks about my "tits" and my husband (who was walking somewhat behind me) lost it and slammed one of them up against a wall.

It happened so fast I didn't even know what was going on until it was over.

And generally he was NOT the sort who was prone to violence or getting into physical confrontations. There was only one other time in 23 years I saw him get into a physical fight and that was because the other guy punched him first.

[JoeyT]

6. That's the first time I've ever heard of gladiator sandals.

After Googling them, the worst she might have heard from me is a dopplered "I love your shoooooooooooeeeeeees!" out the window.

Well, probably not, because I'm not in a habit of commenting on the clothing of strangers. I'd have thought it though.