Pervert Magnet

I think I am a pervert magnet.

Just last Saturday, as I was shopping at Young Mart, looking through some hair accessories, this guy stood behind me. Because he seemed to be scouring through the hair accessories himself, - I have no idea, why. From my peripheral vision, this late 30's-early 40's ugly guy seemed to be balding and didn't need any of it - I didn't mind him, of course. Despite the fact that he seemed to be invading my personal space bubble, I ignored the guy and proceeded to do my own thing.
Until he stood too close and deliberately began rubbing his stupid erection on the back of my thigh.

My God, what an asshole, right? At first, I figured, maybe it was just a coincidence and that maybe I was just imagining it. So, I moved towards the side, a few feet away from him, still looking through the same hair accessories. But the ugly guy followed me and continued to rub his stupid erection on my legs. I couldn't deny it anymore. This guy was already harassing me. To think, I wasn't wearing anything seductive - unless you count jeans and a baby-tee as visually erotic - and I have actually worn far more revealing in public without being sexually objectified. I got pissed off, moved back to my previous position and there he was again, doing the same perverted act. Now, I was a little afraid this time, so I walked towards the T-shirt section, pretending to be looking for something. But the ugly guy followed me, also pretending to be looking for something.

I got pretty scared already so I decided to go to the 2nd floor of the said store. Thankfully, the ugly guy didn't have the energy to follow me.

I know what you're thinking. I should have gone to the security guard and told him to reprimand the ugly guy. But I didn't want to be involved in a scandal and frankly, I didn't have the energy nor the money to file a case against him. Besides, I just wanted to get the hell away from there and pretend the whole thing never happened.

Like I said from the very beginning, this wasn't the first time something like this happened to me. Back in Manila, I was harassed twice while riding a public jeepney. The first time was when my seatmate in the PUJ, who had his arm behind me at the rails, began to slowly move his hand from my back towards the side of my breast. Naturally, I climbed out of the jeepney. The second one was when another seatmate in the PUJ, whom I thought was sleeping with his hands crossed in his lap and his bag over those hands, began to slowly inch one of his hands towards my groin. I slapped his hand hard. Also in Manila, as I was watching a movie at SM, this guy sat beside me and masturbated right then and there. I partially blame myself for that because I was stupid enough to watch a movie alone for the first time wearing shorts but I didn't expect to be harassed considering that I was watching a GP movie entitled "Parent Trap." I stood up and sat down instead right beside a couple of 5 year-olds watching with their parents.
Why oh why do these things happen to me? I mean, why do perverts always seem to gravitate towards me. They can always seem to find me wherever I am, whatever I'm wearing... Do I have a sign on my forehead that says "Victimize me, all you perverts!" or "Harass me, please." Just what is it about me that makes them head towards me with their quick sticky hands and puny little erections?

I mean, I don't really see myself as a prude and when friends joke to me about sex or the size of my breasts, I don't really have a problem with it. If my male friends want to lie their back on my chest, it's okay with me. It's not a big deal at all because I know that afterwards, they won't be going to the comfort room to whack themselves off. I know that they respect me too much to do that.

But I also have my limitations and letting strangers have their way with me with their perverted acts... well, that's just sick! No self-respecting girl actually gets off on letting perverts do their thing infront of her... And why do these guys find it exciting to harass a girl in that way? These guys seriously are in need of some professional help. And a job to occupy their minds. Not to mention, a life.

I mean, seriously, guys. Grow up!