On the first of July sexual intimidation on the streets became punishable by law in the Netherlands.
London gave me “Smile love whatever it is it can’t be that bad.” I come from generations of resting bitch face. Annoying, but not exactly intimidating.
The endless stream of hissing men scuttling around Gare du Nord in Paris was terrifying. “I am your friend” muttered under their breath indicated we might have very different ideas of what friendship entails.
Indecent proposals in Amsterdam I met with “I would absolutely love that, but you should introduce me to your parents first.”
A very young boy must have heard older boys cat calling and decided to give it a go. “Nice ass neighbour!” It was a dreary autumn day and I was wearing a long raincoat. “You must be psychic!” I exclaimed with much enthusiasm and burst out laughing. The boy blushed and retreated.
Discussion about this post
No posts