The Invisible Woman

Hi Friends.

This summer, I went for a walk in my neighborhood in the hot, hot heat. I called a male friend of mine to pass the time, chit-chat with him as I got my steps in. As I walked, a car started to follow me. It circled the block a few times, slowing as it passed me. This happens every few months to me. Some sketchy horny weird dude sees me from behind, doesn’t realize I’m probably old enough to be his mother, and decides to try and see if he can give me a ride somewhere. (On his dick.) It has happened in one form or another since adolescence basically, although it used to happen more frequently in my younger days. I do not feel scared when it happens but I still recognize it as threatening. You can be aware of danger but not be afraid of it. It was broad daylight when it happened. I was in my neighborhood. I was going to be fine. But still there was that initial lurch when it happened. Is that the same car? Yes, it is. There’s that sketchy, horny, weird dude again.