Meg’s story

I was walking to a friend’s house after work, and it was already dark. Just because I’m wearing a skirt and heels does not make it okay to slow down in your car and ask me “where the party” was, especially while your friends were yelling at me from the back seat.
To make things worse, you drove past me and pulled a u-turn so you drove past again, and stopped in a parking lot a few feet away from me.
That wasn’t my street I turned down but I had to get away from you; if there had been a single person on the street to witness this I would’ve told you what I thought of your unwanted attention.