Yesterday was a bad day in the general. There was the sadness of 9/11. Then my tire blew out while I was driving and I had no idea what to do about it. Then last night, as I was running, a guy reached out and grabbed my breast. After he walked away, I called 911. I also tweeted something – I was in a weird state and probably shouldn’t have done that. But I did. I was upset. So I was waiting for the police and then the guy came back. He shoved me into a hedge of bushes, was trying to kiss me, and his hand went down my pants.
All those times we’ve talked about being prepared suddenly meant nothing. I don’t think I even screamed. I was just trying to get away from him. After a few seconds, he got up and walked away again. I called the police again.
The police arrived very shortly after that. There were two cars. One of them said he’d drive around while the other took my statement. He said, “It seems odd, since there are people around.” He indicated a lively Starbucks literally across the street. I said, “Believe me, it’s odd to me too.”
From around the corner, I saw the cherry and blue lights popping in the darkness, and then the cop who drove around walked with the guy back toward us. “That’s him!” I said to the cop questioning me. Just like on Law and Order.
He tried to look completely innocent. Then the cop said, “Why did you do that?” and the guy said, “I dunno.” The cop asked me a question, I answered, and the coldest little smirk went across the guy’s face. I wanted to scissor kick him but I figured jail and the problems he will face in trying to resolve this will be enough.
As they were arresting him, he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that.”
I just took a couple of pictures.
While the cop called the prosecutor, he told me I could look the other way so the dude in the back of his car couldn’t see my face. I listened to my iPod and paced the empty parking lot.
He gave me a small piece of paper with the case number on it and then said that was it. He offered to get the other cop to give me a ride home, but I declined. I wanted to finish my workout.
I felt okay last night – just very angry. Today I woke up with the worst pain in my ankle. I can’t put any pressure on it. That’s really the only physical reminder of what happened.