I went to Joe’s today to buy coffee and breakfast tacos. One of the owners, D., was working the counter, and he asked if I had a moment to talk.
D. talked to That Guy on the phone. They’d had some other issue with him–“weird” chimed in D’s partner–but he also talked about me. D. told That Guy that he’d bothered me. He told him to not do it again. And he told him if he heard one more complaint about him bothering anyone, he wouldn’t be allowed back in the coffee house.
That guy replied (and of course this isn’t an exact quote, being second hand and all), “I just thought she was attractive. I was making conversation. I wasn’t being sexually aggressive.”
D. said, “I didn’t say you were sexually aggressive. I said I didn’t want you bothering my customers–you don’t stare at women like that.”
That Guy hasn’t been back to Joe’s. But he does I know I complained.
I imagine he will tell his friends how he’d struck up a friendly conversation with a woman in a cafe and she got all freaked out, complained, and now he can’t go back to that coffee shop because she got everyone to believe he was some sort of rapist.
Women! You can’t even talk to them!
If I can’t control what some strange guy in a cafe thinks about me, there’s no hope for what people will think of my writing.