This is a story from about a year ago, which is when I had just moved into the last house I lived in. It was a few blocks away from the mister’s house (which is where I live now). It was also around the same time I started working at this hell hole of an office. In fact, it may have been the first month of my new found love for western formals and high heels.
I was working late that night, so it was 10:30 by the time I got home. I had no energy to cook, so the mister offered to save some food for me. I was to call him when I reached home, and he would bring it to me while he walked his dog. Yes, he’s sweet like that.
Since it was late, I had to park a little far from home, in a dimly lit corner next to a park. I would normally not park that far, but beggars =/= choosers. You know. So I was in the car for about 5 min, putting the gear lock in place, moving all the papers out of the car, putting my pen drive in the bag. I got out, and called the mister. I was going tick-tock-tick-tock as I simpered on the phone. He said something barely borderline-funny, and I laughed really loud. But then, we were newly-beds, so I found ALL his jokes funny.
My heart was going la-la-la-la-la at the thought of meeting him when I heard his dog bark real loud. Oh so he’s close by. That was quick! Then suddenly, someone snuck up on me and grabbed me from behind. I went from ooooh, so he wants to make out on the road, that’s forward but I like the idea to he’s still talking, why can’t I hear his voice behind me to so it can’t be him to holy fuck who is this behind me to fuck fuck a naked man’s penis is pressed into my thong-clad ass and I can feel his balls and his unfriendly arm is around my neck what does he want from me within a split second.
Yes ma’am. Imagine my horror.
I knew exactly what I could do in this situation: I could use my teeth to bite the arm that he had around me, then thrust my right elbow into his rib cage, and dig my stilletto into his bare foot.
But I couldn’t. I was terrified. I scream with all the lung-power my 30-min-a-day pranayam sessions had helped me develop. My only hope was that the mister was close enough to help. And he was.
He heard me scream and thought that maybe a dog had bitten me, so he came running to my rescue.
During the 10 seconds it took him to find me, the naked man had managed to snatch my phone and disappear into the darkness. I turned around just in time to see his bare bottom disappear over the boundary wall of the park. I also saw the nuts I so desperately wanted to kick.
Half an hour later, I was at the mister’s house, shivering in the shower. No matter how much I scrubbed I couldn’t wash off the dirt. I spent the night at his place, my head buried in his chest and his arms around me.
It took me a few days to be able to talk about it, but I stopped staying late in office. If I ever got home late, I would stay over at the mister’s place. It was also during this time that started carrying pepper spray and kept a baseball bat in my car.
I never had to use any of them, but I came really close. I saw the naked man lurking in the same park again. But more on that later!
Just FYI, here’s what you should do if you’re attacked from behind: