22 January 2008

Someone tried to follow me home last night.

I missed my normal train so got one to the main station and then instead of getting straight on a bus, like usual, I thought I'd walk as the weather wasn't too cold. Walking down through town, past the next bus stop, I was aware of a guy slightly behind me and to my right. Maybe it was my becoming aware of him that pre-empted the whole situation? I sped up, he kept just behind me. I crossed the road, he crossed too. I slowed down to let him get ahead, he waited in a shop doorway. All those creepy things you wish you were imagining. Eventually he came and walked right next to me and asked for my number (at least that's what I think it was, it wasn't exactly native English) and I told him to get lost before running dramatically across the main road and jumping on a bus that had just pulled up, heart racing.

And all this, in the middle of town, at 6.30pm, with loads of other people around. I wasn't really scared he would attack me, maybe just try to take my bag or something but still. Home safe and sound and just a little creeped out...