Yay! Another cutie in my feed :3

My sunday has confirmed me that I was a piece of meat, a fetish. An old guy followed me with is car (slowed down to match my speed) and wanted me to come in his car and insisted for 2 freaking minutes. Can't freaking take no for an answer, and had questions like "are you a man or a woman?" Basically told him :"knowing won't change your life no point in telling." Then he says "I love trans people".

At some point he leaves and then comes back after driving around the block saying he will pay me to come to his home.... (Again for like 2 minutes)

I swear I had to say I remember his licence plate and I had contacts with the police to make him freaking leave (well that technically is untrue but the goal was to make him leave.)

I wish sometimes I had not a fear of being impulsive. And I wish this would affect me less because it won't be the last time that will happen.