A man followed me up the stairs. He tried to take me
into his arms and kiss me. He stunk of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I
don't know how I managed to get away from him
and close the door behind me. I'm trying to calm down,
but it's not working. I could hear him swearing behind
the door, and then the sound of him
going back down the stairs. I was 2 or 3
blocks from home when he started following me. He
asked me if I wanted to go and have
a coffee with him. When I didn't answer, he started getting
really crude. Who the hell do you think you
are, you little bitch? You're an ugly little cow!
I was really frightened when he came into
the building behind
me. I gave Virginia a call, the girl that helped
me to set up this web site.
She's the only one at university that gave me her mobile
number. She suggested that I sleep
at her place, but I couldn't bring myself to put
one foot outside.
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