Category: Harassment


Hopefully Not Conventional Behavior

| Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Harassment

(I go to Comic Con dressed in cosplay, alone. I am cosplaying a character named Jade Harley (who happens to be narcoleptic) from a web-comic called Homestuck. I have heard that there is going to be a meetup of Homestuck fans, which I am quite excited for, seeing as I have never met another fan face-to-face. I end up getting to the area where the meetup is happening about half an hour early, and am approached by a guy dressed as Dave Strider, another character in the comic.)

‘Dave’: “Hey! Jade! Sweet!” *does finger guns at me*

Me: “Ha! Thanks.” *awkward laugh*

‘Dave’: “So, you gonna be a Sleeping Beauty and let me kiss you to wake you up?”

Me: “Uh… no.”

‘Dave’: “Aw, c’mon… pleeeaaase?” *stands uncomfortably close to me*

Me: *inching away* “…Please leave me alone.”

(This continued on for several minutes until someone else showed up, dressed as Dirk Strider, the other character’s brother. I was relieved, but quickly realised that they were friends when he grinned and called out a greeting to ‘Dave’.)

‘Dirk’: “Hey! Found a sexy mamacita over here?”

‘Dave’: “H*** yeah, man, but she’s playing hard to get, y’know?”

Me: “Can you guys please just stop?” *backing away from the two of them*

‘Dave’: “Aw, Jade baby, calm down!”

(He decided to take this opportunity to try and grope my chest. I kicked him in the shin, hard. Of course, it was at this moment the event organiser showed up and kicked me out for being violent. Definitely turned me off ever going to a convention again.)


Underage Is All The Rage

| SC, USA | Harassment

(I am freshly 18 and working the opening shift in a popular retail chain. I’m the only cashier on duty when a balding man who looks to be in his thirties walks up to the wrong side of my register.)

Customer: “Hey, how old are you?”

Me: *I look very young for my age, so I figure he is just curious about the child working the register* “Eighteen.”

Customer: “Can I ask you out?”

Me: *taken aback and uncomfortable* “Uh…”

Customer: “Am I too old for ya?”

Me: “Yeah…”

Customer: “Well, thought I’d give it a shot.” *walks out*

(A few minutes later my manager, who had been working at the customer service desk near the entrance, walked up to me.)

Manager: “Did that guy leave?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Manager: “He was so creepy! He came up to the service desk and asked me how old you were because he wanted to ask you out. I told him I thought you were 17 because I’d hoped it would put him off, but he said he’d ‘give it a shot anyway’! If he comes back, call me.”

(He didn’t come back that day, but I was very creeped out that he was willing to come onto someone he was told was underage!)

Following You Around For An Age (Gap)

| Germany | Harassment, Young Love

(My mother’s cousin recently moved back home to her parents after living and working abroad for many years. After staying at home with only her mother and her baby as company for months, she decides to join me and my mother for our town’s big carnival party. We dress up and decide to dance and drink the night away. Note that, while our cousin is in her late 30s, she could pass as mid-to-late-20s. We have lots of fun, dancing and drinking, and halfway through the night our cousin tells me this on the way to the ladies room:)

Cousin: “You know what happened earlier? There was this guy hitting on me at the bar, and, well… I know his father, you know? His father and I were in the same class in secondary school. And I am afraid that kid did not understand what I meant when I told him that! I already have a baby at home. I do not need another kid!”

(We laugh and return to the party. And lo and behold, I start noticing a guy, maybe 20 years old, but more likely 19 or 18, who is following our cousin around. He keeps up hitting on her and I eventually see her screaming at him:)

Cousin: “I could be your mother. Do you get that? I am the same age as your father! Please, go and hit on someone your age! I could be your mother!”

(However, he just kept staring at her with a dreamy look in his eyes. We did not get rid of him until we left after the party was over.)


Behaving Below The Belt

| UK | Harassment, LGBTQ

(One of my best friends is a non-op transgender woman. She’s been flirting with me heavily for weeks and, thinking she was joking, I played along. I’m a lesbian.)

Friend: “Hey, [My Name], do you want to come back to mine?”

Me: “Sure, we can do that. Just let me finish my drink.”

(I finish my drink and stand to leave. At that moment she lunges at me, trying to kiss me. I push her away.)

Friend: “What the h***, [My Name]?!”

Me: “I’m not interested in you like that, [Friend], sorry.”

Friend: “This is just because of what I have between my legs!”

Me: “It’s not that. It might play a part, because I don’t like penis and I am gay, but we’re also friends. I wouldn’t want to ruin that.”

Friend: “LIAR! You’re a TRANSPHOBIC B****. You have NO RIGHT to exclude me because of my genitals.”

Me: “Actually, I do. I don’t want to have sex with you. Whether or not this is because of your penis, it’s my choice who I sleep with. I’m going home.”

(I start walking out.)


(We aren’t friends anymore.)


You Won’t Be Marinating His Meatballs Anymore

| QC, Canada | Harassment

(I am female, and 16 years old at the time this story is takes place. I am working in a large chain sandwich shop where you build your own sandwich. I just started working there a month prior and am still in training. A man, who looks like he’s in his 70s, walks in and my supervisor greets him by name so I know he’s a regular.)

Me: “Hello, sir, what can I get for you today?”

Customer: “Oh, I’ll just take a 6″ sub on Italian bread.”

Me: “Coming right up!”

(I turn around to grab his bread, I hear him whistle at me and abruptly turn back.)

Me: “Uh…” *deciding not to comment* “What meat would you like?”

(My supervisor comes out to the front to wash her hands; she nods to me and watches me make the man’s sandwich to check my progress. I’m about to ask what vegetables he wants when…)

Customer: “You must be new here. I’ve never seen you before, and trust me, a girl looking like you I would NOT forget.”

(As I stand there, stunned, my supervisor steps closer to me.)

Supervisor: “Yes, [My Name] is one of our new, UNDERAGE employees. She’s 16; in fact, she attends the HIGH SCHOOL up the road.”

Customer: “That’s lovely.” *turning to me* “With a young beautiful girl like you to serve me what more could a man want?”

Me: *nervously laughing* “Hah… Not sure, sir…”

Customer: *looking me over and smiling* “Yup, they sure don’t make them how they used to!”

(My supervisor then steps harshly directly in front of me and in a strict tone, while never taking her eyes off the man.)

Supervisor: “[My Name], please go into the back immediately. I need you to finish cutting up the vegetables.”

(I silently go in the back, immeasurably grateful to my supervisor. While I’m walking to the back I overhear some of their following conversation.)

Customer: “Oh, no, is she in trouble?”

Supervisor: *in a tense voice, obviously a fake cheery voice* “No, no. I just thought since you’re a regular I could make your sandwich faster. She’s still in training.”

(After a couple minutes I hear the oven beep.Since my supervisor and I are alone I know I have to go back to the front to take them out as it is company policy to serve the customer first and foremost unless there’s only one employee, and that we have to throw out any bread we burn, and if it happens too many times we get penalised. I reluctantly walk back to the front and start taking out the bread.)

Customer: “Well, look who’s back!”

(I just smile and pretend to be very concentrated.)

Supervisor: *ignoring a question about my personal life* “Your total is [total]. Will that be for here or to go?”

Customer: “To go…”

(My supervisor hands him his food and his change. As he walks out my supervisor gives me a knowing look.)

Supervisor: “You can have my free cookie tonight.”

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