Thank you, creepy asshole man, for grabbing me and forcible hugging me on the street tonight.
I’m so happy that you could see past my “fuck off” exterior and understand my desire for you to give me a tight bear hug.
I’m proud that you didn’t give up, even after me saying “no” and “let go” multiple times, even after I pulled away from you and tried to push your arm off of me.
I’m glad you could tell that deep down I wanted your unfamiliar arms wrapped around my shoulders and my neck, even after I was able to wiggle away.
Thanks for giving me the feeling like I needed to constantly be looking over my shoulder, even after driving back to my apartment; my neck really needed the workout.
Thanks for letting me exercise my neglected imagination by going through a million scenarios of what could have happened if I had been wasted instead of sober.
Thanks for teaching me that it might not be safe for me to walk 5 blocks at night by myself.
Thanks for making me question whether or not I want to go out tomorrow night.
Thanks for giving me pause about wearing an attractive outfit for a night on the town.
Thanks for making me kick myself for not using anything I learned in my self defense class, for wiping my mind of the idea that those moves even exist.
Thanks for letting me experience the overwhelming paralysis of fear.
Thanks for changing the memory of tonight from the night I got to see one of my favorite bands to the night that I felt unsafe, angry, and scared.
You’ll never know how much tonight meant to me.