The strange men in my life
This week I have already had two wierd encounters with men:
1. On Monday afternoon I took a nap in my living room. I usually don't lock my apartment door during the day because I believe I live in a relatively safe apartment building. So I'm taking my nap and I have my music on when I was startled awake by this man who had walked into my living room.
Here I must describe me place a little bit: When you walk into my apartment you will see the kitchen to your right and then must either walk through the kitchen to get to the living room or walk through a fairly long hallway to get to the living room. In other words, you do not wind up in the living room by "accident."
So I wake up to see this guy approaching the main part of the living room. He sees me wake up and begins to say I'm sorry. I sat up right away and gave him about 10 seconds to walk away. He didn't walk away so I begin to stand up and walk towards him and the door. He begins to back up. When we approach the front door, there's this other guy standing there and now he's telling me he's sorry. Both of these guys are still standing inside my apartment and instead of leaving, they keep telling me how sorry they are. So after a few more seconds of this, I finally say quietly to these people "get out" and start making my way towards them and the door. They back out and I lock my door immediately after that.
Since this incident, I have now started to lock my apartment door and get a creepy sensation when it's dark outside and I'm home alone. I realized last night that these men could have done anything to my place and to me, and no one would have even know until much later. Creepy.
2. I was walking home last night from my night class and crossed paths with this college student. He said "hi" to me in Chinese and I smile and nod. Before he spoke I thought I knew him from school, but after he said hi, I knew I didn't know him. Anyways, he then says something else in Chinese that I did not comprehend in the moment, and then he repeated what he said. I gave him a really confused look and said "What?" and shook my head as to say "I don't understand." So he goes nevermind and continues to walk on. I turn around and start walking home and right as I started to cross the street I realized the guy said "I love you" to me. Now, as far as I'm concerned, you don't say that to strangers when it's dark and late at night, even if you are trying to impress them with your language skills. A "how are you" whould have sufficed. So I'm walking home in the creepy darkness that violates my street, all the while thinking "man alive, who says that and boy is that creepy." I still have seven more weeks of class left, if things like this continue to happen I will seriously need to get myself a walking buddy. Creepy.
So like I told my friend Jordan: GUYS ARE CREEPY, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S DARK OUTSIDE.
1. On Monday afternoon I took a nap in my living room. I usually don't lock my apartment door during the day because I believe I live in a relatively safe apartment building. So I'm taking my nap and I have my music on when I was startled awake by this man who had walked into my living room.
Here I must describe me place a little bit: When you walk into my apartment you will see the kitchen to your right and then must either walk through the kitchen to get to the living room or walk through a fairly long hallway to get to the living room. In other words, you do not wind up in the living room by "accident."
So I wake up to see this guy approaching the main part of the living room. He sees me wake up and begins to say I'm sorry. I sat up right away and gave him about 10 seconds to walk away. He didn't walk away so I begin to stand up and walk towards him and the door. He begins to back up. When we approach the front door, there's this other guy standing there and now he's telling me he's sorry. Both of these guys are still standing inside my apartment and instead of leaving, they keep telling me how sorry they are. So after a few more seconds of this, I finally say quietly to these people "get out" and start making my way towards them and the door. They back out and I lock my door immediately after that.
Since this incident, I have now started to lock my apartment door and get a creepy sensation when it's dark outside and I'm home alone. I realized last night that these men could have done anything to my place and to me, and no one would have even know until much later. Creepy.
2. I was walking home last night from my night class and crossed paths with this college student. He said "hi" to me in Chinese and I smile and nod. Before he spoke I thought I knew him from school, but after he said hi, I knew I didn't know him. Anyways, he then says something else in Chinese that I did not comprehend in the moment, and then he repeated what he said. I gave him a really confused look and said "What?" and shook my head as to say "I don't understand." So he goes nevermind and continues to walk on. I turn around and start walking home and right as I started to cross the street I realized the guy said "I love you" to me. Now, as far as I'm concerned, you don't say that to strangers when it's dark and late at night, even if you are trying to impress them with your language skills. A "how are you" whould have sufficed. So I'm walking home in the creepy darkness that violates my street, all the while thinking "man alive, who says that and boy is that creepy." I still have seven more weeks of class left, if things like this continue to happen I will seriously need to get myself a walking buddy. Creepy.
So like I told my friend Jordan: GUYS ARE CREEPY, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S DARK OUTSIDE.
posted by chen at 11:32 AM
8 Comments:
I wanted to make an additional comment on my blog:
I don't want to sound racist or stereotype people but...
I live in a very ethnically diverse apartment building and the guy who walked in was one of those ethnically diverse people that I always see hanging around outside in groups and the ones that stink up our hallways. All I'm saying is, this man's features probably creeped me out more than if it were some white frat boy that had walked in. Does that make me a racist? I don't know, although I think it's natural tendency to feel more endangered by people or ethnicities that you are not familiar with or hear bad things about. I know, I'm horrible.
Chen! I am proud of you for not cowering. Way to stand your ground!
I remember a strange guy walking into one of the manvel houses while I was next door at the other one. But, I think he walked in on Jordan and Chris instead of me and Steph - a far better senario for us girls, though potentially life-threatening the stranger.
And you're right. Any guy, no matter what they look like, can become really scary to walk past after the sun goes down. Its a shame it has to be that way.
Chen,
Yes you're racist. Just kidding.
You should get a concealed carry permit. In pot-head voice: "everyone's doin' it."
Laura,
At Manvel that was some weird drunk guy. You're right, his life was in danger. I was looking at the big knife in the kitchen when he finally obeyed Chris and left. But he was pretty drunk, we probably wouldn't have had to hurt him much.
Its best to obey Chris at all times.
Jordan: I wish I had a knife near me when those strange men came into my apartment. I think it would have been interesting for me to hold it up and scream bloody murder. That would teach them to go into women's apartments! Maybe I'll sleep with a knife by me from now on, just in case- I don't need any permits to do that.
Laura: shame on you for saying to obey Chris at all times!
You don't need a permit to sleep with a gun by your pillow either...you only need one to carry the gun in public. FYI.
This would be the perfect blog for me to say something nasty about goats. But I can't think of anything. Is GOAAAT good enough?
Anyway, one time some random stranger came into my place and we didn't find him until the next morning at about 10am. We made him breakfast and helped him search for his shoes that were nowhere to be found. We were pretty nice guys. And by we I mean my roomate, I never got out of bed.
So I thought I was special by having random people come into my place, but I guess that happens to everyone.
Mark: the GOAAAT comment is GRRRREAT! (In the voice of Tony the Tiger)
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