A Few Personal Experiences of Harassment

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I think many young women have experienced sexual harassment on public buses. Let me share my experience.
1: I had just boarded a bus when a man in his thirties sat very close behind me, really close. I felt uncomfortable, so I turned around and stared at him. At that moment, the bus stopped, and a group of female students boarded. He immediately moved in the same way behind one of the girls. The girl looked very uncomfortable and helpless; the bus was crowded, and she had no choice. At that moment, I cursed loudly, "Damn it, he's a complete pervert!" After cursing, I turned my face away, not wanting to look anymore, and then I got off the bus. I don't know if that guy stopped, but the girl was only fourteen or fifteen. It was truly despicable! 2: Once, in the summer
, there were seats on the bus. I sat down near the window, and a little while later, a middle-aged man sat down next to me. After only two stops, the middle-aged man was getting off. Fine, he got off, but who would have thought that as he stood up to disembark, he would lightly run his hand along my bare arm? My arm wasn't hanging naturally; I was holding onto the seat in front of me. My arm was practically in his line of sight, slightly to the lower left. His action, whether unintentional or intentional, was incredibly brazen and presumptuous. I was completely stunned and didn't even realize what was happening. Then, before getting off, he turned back and smiled at me. Ugh! I was furious! It turned out this guy was just trying to take advantage of me.
3: Last winter, during rush hour, the bus was incredibly crowded. Luckily, I managed to squeeze on. Near the door, behind me was a man who was easily 1.85 or 1.86 meters tall. Because the bus was so crowded, he braced his arm against the top of the door, practically trapping me in his arms. A moment later, I sensed something was wrong. He was pressing against me from behind, nudging me here and there. I shifted my body slightly to show my discomfort. He stopped, but after a few seconds, he started again. Ugh! I'm a married woman in my thirties, surely I know what he's doing. I yelled at him, "Why are you so close? What are you doing?" He said, "No, it's just crowded!" He then pulled back, about ten centimeters away from me. Seeing his excuse, I yelled again, "Crowded? How come you have room now?" He was speechless, and then everyone on the bus stared at him. Unexpectedly, we got off at the same stop. I looked at the guy. He was in his early twenties, quite handsome, but a bit thin and poorly dressed. At that moment, I couldn't understand it. A young man, good-looking, if he didn't have a girlfriend or money, why wouldn't he become a gigolo? Why would he do this on the bus? Sigh! I came home furious and yelled at my husband, "A middle-aged man sexually harasses someone on the bus, and even a little kid does it?! I really don't understand what you men are thinking!" My husband innocently replied, "I don't know."
4: Another time was even worse, but not on a bus, it was on a train. In the sweltering summer heat, a young, bespectacled, well-mannered man saw me board and came to sit opposite me (he had been sitting behind me in the seat opposite me). He took off his shirt and covered his waist with it, then put one hand inside and started doing his thing, while his foot would occasionally touch my feet. At that time, I was reading. When his foot touched me, I initially thought it was unintentional, so I pulled my foot back and continued reading. But then his foot touched me again, forcing me to look up at him, and I discovered his disgusting behavior. It turned out he was not only doing his thing, but also making me look up!? Ugh, I immediately changed seats. He's really something! He followed me around, and since the train wasn't crowded, he came and sat next to me. Fine, I sat down, turned my back to him, and looked out the window—out of sight, out of mind. But then he told the woman sitting opposite me by the window that he felt carsick and wanted to sit by the window, asking to switch seats with her—meaning he wanted to sit opposite me. Poor woman, she fell for his trick. As soon as he sat down, he took off his shirt and covered his waist with it, then reached his hand inside. Good heavens! I couldn't take it anymore, so I switched seats again, and he followed me again. Finally, I snapped, suddenly stood up, and yelled, "Damn it, I've seen a ghost today!" Then I switched seats again, and thankfully, this time he didn't follow me. I don't understand. That day, I was wearing a long, sleeved dress; it wasn't revealing or sexy at all. Was that guy just being agitated? How could he do something like that in broad daylight? The people next to me noticed too. An older woman said to me, "Why bother with him? He won't dare mess with you on the bus anyway. Just ignore him." But how could I tolerate him sitting in front of me, "entertaining himself"? That unpleasant trip made me angry for a long time. After getting off the train, I yelled at my husband who came to pick me up, calling him a pervert.
5: It was a long journey. The bus was empty, and I could sit anywhere. I chose a window seat. After a while, I realized something was wrong. The middle-aged man sitting next to me by the other window kept staring at me. Not only that, he even gave up his window seat and moved to an aisle seat to stare at me. There were only the two of us in our row. I was really afraid he would move to sit next to me again, but thankfully, he didn't. At that time, I wondered if it was my butterfly tattoo on my arm and my manicured nails that attracted him. Because at that time, these things were just popular, so I got them. Finally, after getting off the bus, the man immediately followed behind me and tried to talk to me. I didn't say a word and just kept my head down and walked away. Actually, I wasn't angry about this experience. I didn't care how much he stalked me; at least he wasn't bothering me.
Later, I bought a car, but because it had an accident, and I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat, I thought about selling it. Then my husband said, "Sell it. You'll understand when you're commuting by bus in the summer." Hearing that, I was shocked! I didn't dare sell it anymore.

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