FORE!

When I was 12 years old I was a caddy at a suburban country club. I was assigned to caddy for a group of gentlemen, and one of them is a bit of a local celebrity sports radio personality with the initials of C.C.

This sports radio guy came up to me at one point, and told me he thought I was really cute and asked me when I would graduate from college. College? I hadn't even graduated from Junior High yet! I was kind of horrified because of the way he looked at me..like I was some sort of prey.

Another experience at this same suburban country club is even more icky! A man in his 60's who I was caddying for (at age 12 mind you!) put his putter between my legs from behind when I was holding the flag while the foursome were putting. I was so embarrassed, and I moved immediately. I didn't know what to say at that time so I simply avoided him for the remaining holes. It turns out he had a history of specifically requesting girl caddies. I told the 'Caddy Master' and after that point the requests for girl caddies from this guy were denied. You would think that it may have dawned upon the "Caddy Master' to deny these sort of specific requests immediately-like a red flag!

It sickens me to think back about these incidents, and that there are men out there who think that objectifying and sexually assaulting young girls is ok.

~submitted by Joan

sunny day, sweeping the clouds away ...

I was waiting at the Fullerton stop when a 30-something guy in a nice suit began looking me up and down and whistling under his breath. I ignored it as I usually do, and instead of getting on the Red Line I got on the Brown Line, because I assumed he wouldn't follow me.
He did, and he sat right next to me. Under the guise of asking for help, he got me to start talking by saying "I'm looking for a street. Can you help me?" And continually avoiding saying the actual street to keep me engaged. Finally he whipped out his cell phone and said "I'm looking for BEAUTIFUL STREET!" I had to laugh because it was funny, but then it started getting worse. He kept talking about how beautiful I was, and even after I began ignoring him he continued. Finally he managed to get down to the point, which was apparently that he was a "licensed massage therapist" and that he "really wanted to see my feet." I was creeped out enough to get off the train.

Then, about three months later, I was walking down Halsted when I heard "Hey, I'm looking for a street, can you tell me where it is?" I turned around, recognized the man and said "You've done this to me before!" He looked extremely shocked and said "What am I looking for?" I replied "Beautiful Street" and continued on my way. He seems harmless enough, but he won't take no for an answer.

~submitted by Irene

Western Stop Weasel

I'm so glad to have found this site. In fact, I wish it had been in existence July 2005, when I was walking to look at a potential apartment just off the Blue Line Western stop, at about 5:30 p.m.

I was walking up Western, past the McDonald's, when I spotted a young man (late 20s/early 30s) jogging toward me. Clean-cut athletic type. About ten feet before he passed me, he says in a clear, confident, and "non-threatening" voice:

"Hey. Can I suck your titties?"

I was so shocked and enraged that my mouth fell open and I stopped dead in my tracks. Mr. Ass-hat just kept jogging (I imagine a smirk on his face). I turned around and yelled back, "Piss off, ass!!!" Though I'm sure he heard me, he didn't look back.

At the time I was sort of angry with myself for not saying more/kicking him in the balls/reacting immediately. But looking back, I am proud that I at least said something.

~sumitted by Lindsay M.

a call to arms: red line/ brown line creep!

Hey I saw the posting about the short old guy rubbing his boner on chicks on the train. He has been doing this for years, way back in 2001 during my freshman year of college he did the same thing to me in a really crowded train car (same black leather jacket back then)- I was so young and to scared to say anything. I got off at fullerton and watched as he got on the next car so he could poke it at some other unsuspecting lady. I have thought about him often wondering if I would see him again or if I would meet someone else who has had the serious
displeasure of feeling his stupid little dick on your leg.
Come on girls he has been getting away with this for at least 6 years on the same friggin train! He is shorter than most of us- we have to take him down! To the chica who can snap him - I will buy a bottle of champagne after his sentencing!!
~ submitted by Jenn

getting gas

Happy 2007, all.
This happened waaaay back in '06, but I didn't get a chance to post it.
At a gas station in Hyde Park, where I was housesitting. A guy came out of the payment-part of it.
Said hello. I said hello.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Good."
"You look good," he said.
Okay, I thought.
"Okay," I said.
"You got my number?" he asked.
"No thanks. Happy New Year, though."
"Aw, you look SO good! Look how good she looks!" he called to his friends. They looked at him in much the same way I was.
"She looks GOOD! You got my number yet? 'Cause I would HIT that!"
Ad nauseum.
Here's hoping his New Year's resolution is to cut this out and that this was his final binge.