For reasons like these i wish i could carry a gun.

So there i was, nicely settling into my daily routine of late evening walks, just starting to get really familiar with the route and thinking hey, this is something that could become a permanent fixture.
When an arsehole on a bike drives up from behind me and grabs my butt. M*therf*cker. He gets a good handful of my bottom, speeds off and has the bloody audacity to turn around and look at me as i stood there in shock wondering what the hell just hit me.

I first thought he was after my mobile phone, which i had loosely gripped in my right hand. But then i realised that that wasnt his target at all. And i stood there, my feet etched to the ground wondering what in bloody freezing hell do i do next. By the time i realised what just happened, it was too late to get the bike's number plate or scream for attention. I was so scared, i started running towards home.

Then from feeling scared i started wondering why, why grab my ass, what did i do? Maybe it was the sweat pants i was wearing? Maybe i shouldnt have been walking when it was almost dusk? Maybe i shouldnt have been day dreaming to not notice the sound of the motorbike approaching? Maybe i should wear long baggy unappealing tshirts and 3 quarter shorts everytime i jog again? Maybe i should just inflate a freaking bubble around myself for protection, like the kid in the Invisibles every time i want to leave the house??!?!

Then i got angry, This is like 5 mins from my house. Where i've lived for the past twenty years. Its in a residential area. The road i was at was just behind a school where kids walk to and fro everyday, pre puberty little girls going to tuition, going to the restaurants nearby, going to the grocery store. Its also a road where alot of students from the nearby university rent their houses/rooms. Most of them living on meagre student incomes walk to and fro lectures, to get their meals, to get necessities. I wonder how they're parents would feel if they knew there was a pervert circling that road. I wonder how many others among them have had their asses grabbed and rushed back home and sat in pin drop silence because they didnt know what to do next.

Then part of me wished he was really after my phone. That way, i'd just have to get over a lost item. As much as i feel completely handicapped when i dont have my mobile and am a sap for sentimental value, i can just buy another one. After that, i felt so violated just by an ass grab i dread to think how rape victims would feel. I felt so.. dirty like. I remember telling Tate, who called as i was running home, that all i wanted to do was take a long shower and burn my sweatpants. As melodramatic as it sounds, I'm actually freaking scared of going for a walk again. Looking through my wardrobe this morning i consiously picked out a loose pair of pants and boring button down top. When i was leaving for work, and when i was getting out of my car at the parking bay, I found myself looking left right, behind forward for any strangers or strange activity. And as i was walking to the office, i stiffened when i heard a bike coming up from behind and walked as far in the sidewalk as i could get. Tyra Banks would have been so proud of the straight line i was doing in my heels.

But seroiusly, I honestly wish with every fiber in my body that at the next corner that f*cker takes there is a huge garbage truck parked that he crashed into.