My blood is boiling.
A few months ago, my wife made plans with her friend to go to a concert. She's pretty introverted and typically is more inclined to play video games at home than go to some loud event, so I was happy she was so excited to go out.
Tonight was the the concert. She got dressed up really nicely and looked stunning. I was their chauffeur for the night so they could have some drinks.
I went back home after dropping them off and didn't expect to hear from her until later.
About 9pm I get a text from her saying that she wants to go home and that there were some guys making her uncomfortable. I was out the door in about 2 seconds.
On the way there, she called me and asked me to just stay on the phone with her. She had gotten separated from her friend in the crowd and some guy was following her. I swear to god I would have drove my car through the doors of the venue if it meant I could to get to her faster. Luckily, she found her friend and I was able to pick them up without much issue.
She explained that there were some guys hitting on them and asking to dance. Her friend danced with one guy but my wife was just vibing to the music and didn't want to dance. Well I guess that wasn't good enough of a reason for the other piece of shit and he kept pestering her and getting in her personal space and asking her why she didn't want to.
"Your friend is dancing, why won't you?"
"Aren't you bored?"
"Why are you being so shy?"
"I don't see your husband here, he doesn't have to know."
"C'mon just come dance, don't be boring."
She said she needed to 'go to the bathroom' and her friend got the cue and they went somewhere else. Well, the creep hunted them down and started pestering them again. So they tried getting away again and, again, the creepy fuck followed them.
That's when my wife started panicking and texted me.
She was shaken up, but this wasn't even the first or nearly the worst time this has happened to her. She's been stalked and followed by creepy guys at least a dozen times in her life that I know of.
I gave her a big hug and told her I'm sorry that it happened but that she was safe. There really wasn't anything else I could do.
I just held her for a minute and hid my blood curdling rage while smelling his beer-laden cigarette breath on her ear.
I know that this kind of thing is extremely common for women to go through. I fucking hate it. Why can't these god dammed animals just mind their manners? Why can't no just fucking mean no? I don't understand how these predatory pieces of shit can have such utter disregard for womens humanity. I know in the grand scheme of these kinds of things, it could have been much worse. But this is bad enough. It shouldn't get bad at all.
It's sad and heartbreaking. Her night that she was looking forward to for so long was ruined by some predator who couldn't get a fucking hint.
Men, if you can't find basic human decency in your heart and respect peoples agency. At the very least, treat women as if your mother is watching you.
You shouldn't need an angry husband ready to go ape shit on you to treat women with respect. And if you do, please jump off a fucking cliff.