Saturday, September 10, 2011
My Little Insurance Policy
A creepy thing happened to me yesterday. A middle eastern middle aged man followed me home when I took my dog out for a walk. I didn't even realize he was following because there were several people out for a walk that evening the same as any evening in my neighborhood. He was on his cell phone speaking to someone in another language. He had walked past me a couple of times back and forth and I assumed he was just one of those fidgety types but every time I would stop because my dog would want to sniff and mark he would stop as well. I decided to end the walk and entered the locked gate of my complex shutting the gate door firmly behind me. As I walked towards my apartment I noticed he had managed to enter and was continuing to follow me. So, I stopped and turned not wanting him to know which apartment I lived in. He approached me and asked for my phone number (are you friggin' kidding me!), I told him very politely "I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend." and I stood there until I knew for sure he had walked away. I entered my apartment and bolted the door. Later that night I told my boyfriend what had happened so he can keep an eye out when he comes home to my place after work. I pulled out the gun my daddy gave me (of course he taught me how to use it), gave it a little pat and set it next to me on the bed where it will be every night from now on. My little insurance policy. You can bet I won't go down easy. I'll take someone with me.