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Stalker in the Loop.

Was stepping out of the office to grab lunch when I recognized the same creepy guy who had stalked me before. I walked down Monroe from Dearborn to Lasalle and could sense him following me from behind. When I got to Lasalle, I waited to cross and from behind I heard him say, “Your ass if totally fabulous.” I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that I had heard. But it infuriated me. Next time I’m going to have to capture a picture and report him.

What this guy looks like: Mid 30s-40s, short, white, chubby male. Squinty eyes, often wears a baseball hat.

Anyone else experience something similar or recognize this man? I’ve seen him several times in the loop.

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Followed, Stalked, Harassed. Shaina’s story.

I had a callback from a show in a park building, but I had a couple of hours to kill. I thought I’d sit down in peace by the lake and read. This guy walked up and said “Can I sit here?” I ignored him and hoped that if I continued reading he’d leave me alone. But he didn’t. He persisted in asking questions, no matter whether I answered him or not. “So what are you into?” “Will you come with me into the building?” “Can I have your number?” (“No, I don’t give my number to strangers”) “Will you call me?” (He reached for my phone.) “Do you have a man?” (I said yes, hoping to get him off my back). “How old are you?” “Are you gay?” “Are you a virgin?”
I got up and ran to get to the building. He followed me. He ended up napping on a bench IN the building. So even there I didn’t feel safe.

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Immediately with the harassment, I realized I was already blaming myself.

I went to Walmart alone today to pick up some things. The store was very empty and there wasn’t anyone but me in the aisle. Suddenly I heard someone walking behind me, but I didn’t think anything of it – that is until he made a slapping sound and sex noises. I didn’t turn around because he kept walking, but immediately afterward I realized I was already blaming myself. Were my shorts too short? This wouldn’t happen if I didn’t dress like such a slut. Later, I realized it was never my fault.

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Assaulted on North Avenue

I was cycling on North ave when a van pulled up next to me and the passenger reached out, grabbed my ass, and cat-called me. I called out that I had just been sexually assaulted, and they circled the block. When I saw the van again I picked up a u-lock and threw it at their van. Everyone then exited the van and there was a confrontation on the sidewalk. One man took the lock out of my hand (I had picked it back up after I threw it) and hit my boyfriend and I in the head with it. Luckily, we were still wearing helmets. The blow connected with my right cheek, my upper arm, and the back of my boyfriend’s head. Luckily some good Samaritans stepped it and held them off of us while we cycled away.

We are from out of town and no longer feel safe where we are staying, which is in the neighborhood. We have decided to cut our trip short because of this incident.

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Nobody every wants “Hey, girl!” yelled at them by a stranger—especially at 5:45am.

Thought I was immune on my early walk (5:45 am) to yoga and generally nice small town, but no. Got a “heyyyy girl!” from a group of construction workers taking a smoke break.

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Yes, I have eyes, get over it.

Two years ago I was on canal street in front of Union Station waiting for my boyfriend. We where going to a Cubs game and I was commuting from Naperville. This man in his 50s decides it’s ok to walk up yo me and stick his face into mine and say I have pretty eyes. I don’t really mind hearing I have pretty eyes, but invading my personal space is not ok. I wish to this day I had said something like, “F— off.”

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Harassment seems natural, thought-less, ingrained with this teenage boy.

Walking home from work, a (probably) teenage boy walking with his bro turns around, grabs my ass, and keeps walking without skipping a beat.

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Groping at Ashland and Roosevelt.

Walking past a guy, I put on my best stony, impassive face. He reaches out and tweaks me on my arm, quickly grabbing and letting go of my bicep.

It’s the first time I’ve ever been harassed.

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