Okay, so this isn’t so much a story about dating. But it’s an interesting/horrifying story none-the-less. This is more a story about the hazards of being a woman and the stories that have come out as part of the #metoo movement.
This story takes place some time back.
Years ago, in another time and another place, I was hanging out with some friends enjoying a nice summer evening. We were waiting for our friend Jesse to get home from work and then we were going to get ready and go out for a night on the town.
It was a nice summer evening and so as we lounged in the living room drinking glasses of wine we had our sliding door open (with the screen closed) to the outside patio to let in the fresh air.
When Jesse finally got home she walked in and asked, “Did you guys know there’s a guy outside the patio watching you?” I replied, “No Jesse, why would we know that!?!” She said he was creeping around the outside peering over the fence and into the living room where’d we’d been sitting. As it was already dark outside we couldn’t see him, but clearly he could see us!
I instructed everyone to go around the apartment and double check that all the doors and windows were locked and all the blinds were closed. Since we’d experienced incidents in the past, we decided to preemptively call the police and ask them to do a drive by. We told them how uncomfortable we felt and that we’d feel better knowing if the guy was still outside the apartment or not.
As I recall this story in my head I realize two things. 1) I should have told this story sooner, and 2) I’m quite disappointed in the lack of response on the police departments end, especially considering we were in a relatively small town with low crime rates.
Once all the windows and doors had been double checked we felt a lot more comfortable and relaxed a bit. We began to get ourselves ready for the evening and mostly congregated in the bathroom where we were applying makeup and dancing to the music.
As I inched myself closer to the mirror to apply my eyeliner I couldn’t help but notice through the mirror that one of the blinds in the bedroom was slightly askew. This was one of those large, vertical, hanging blinds that were about three to four inches wide a piece. It bothered me to know that there was a possibility someone could still potentially see into the apartment, so I decided to go into the bedroom to adjust it. Just as I got up to the sliding glass door, I noticed a silhouette on the other side with hands cupped around the eyes pressed into the glass peering into the apartment. I wish I could have seen details, I wish I could have seen anything identifying! But really all I saw was the outline of a man. In my mind I imagine a Wilson type character, but really I have no idea what he was wearing or what he looked like.
Needless to say I practically jumped out of my skin and screamed. Probably one of the most horrifying moments of my life. As I ran out of the room slamming the door behind me, we could hear him fleeing the patio, knocking over our chairs on his way out. We shut all the doors locking ourselves in the bathroom and called the police, again, to tell them they needed to come immediately.
Unsure of the location of Jesse’s cat, we weren’t convinced the noises heard inside one of the bedrooms wasn’t an intruder and so we armed ourselves with whatever weapon like object we could find, literally broomsticks and kitchen knives! When the police finally showed up (fifteen minutes later!) we had them search the apartment for us and ensure it was safe and secure.
I’m pretty sure none of us slept there again.