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[tamara_russo]

I'm walking home from "Taste of the city" (a food festival in Tel-Aviv), and I drank a little, only a beer and a margarita, but my head still spins just a bit, and I'm more cheerful than usual. I walked most of the way alone, after walking with Avihu to the train station. This guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. If I were a bit more fine I would have told him to get lost in the begining, but he's not bothering me much, and I'm flattered.

He tells me he likes how I look, and even puts his arm around me for a second, at that point I distance myself from him. He offeres a lift home, I say no, and than he asks for my number. I know I won't give hime the real number, because he's creeping me out, and the only way to get rid of him is getting on the bus, and than he says, as he's taking his cell out, "I'm just dying to fuck you". At this point my mind kicks into third geer, and I tell him "Get away from me, now" He's walking away, dancing in content, I call him an idiot and get on the bus.

I feel like crap.

I keep on telling myself, maybe if I wasn't wearing what I was wearing this would not have happened, but I try telling myself it's not my fault, that it's nothing, nothing happened, and I can't bring myself to believeing in it.

How dare him?????

Comments

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Okay... not your fault, that man was a piece of shit and good for you for telling him off.

It doesn't matter what you were wearing or not, it doesn't matter that you "were putting yourself out there", it all bullshit, that guy was a creep and if I'd be in israel now I'd put a fine little curse of him... oh, wait... never mind I can do it from here.

BTW there an israblog called my_body_rss, I encourage you to write this story there, read this blog a little and you'll see what I mean.

You're a strong, confidant person, I'm proud of you and again, you kicked ass and didn't allow yourself to get hurt, good for you.

[nurint.livejournal.com]

I'll second Mel's opinion. No one has the right to reduce you to "a piece of meat". That guy's a jerk - and be honest, if you heard that story from another girl, would you think it was her fault for dressing in a certain fashion? Even the prudest-dressing girls get sexually harassed (the sad truth is that studies show every woman will get sexually harassed at least once in her life. It's beyond what individual girls wear).

*hugs*

Dear,

[shrimpvader.livejournal.com]

I'm mad at myself for not taking you to the bus.
|BIG HUG|

Like mel said, that little piece of shit isn't worth you feeling shitty or like it's your own fault- **HINT****HINT** It's not your fault.

there is no reason why a goodlooking girl shouldn't be able to walk in the streets and feel safe.


take this compliment has a real one- you are beautiful, and you looked like you just came out of Ally McBeal(and I mean that in the best way there is)

love you,
Avihu

Re: Dear,

[tamara-russo.livejournal.com]

Don't be mad,it was half an hour out of your way...

And thanks for the support, I needed it.

[tamara-russo.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the support... :)

[tamara-russo.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your support (I know I'm gonna repeat that), I won't post this story in the blog you wrote about (though I went ahead and looked at some of the stories there... *Shudders*. I'm fine now, I just needed to cry over this once, and I'm fine. I know it'll stay with me for a long time, but it doesn't hurt anymore.