OMG! I was eye raped tonight! I was walking to my friends house on 35 going towards Plaza del Torros. I crossed the street and noticed a young guy on a cell phone behind me and my "creep" radar went off so I decided to walk in the street instead of crossing all the way to the sidewalk. I kept looking back to keep an eye on him and he was getting closer fast. He hung up his phone and said, "Excuse me can I ask you one question? Where is the fiesta?" I stopped and gave him directions to the Fiesta Americana. So then he said, "Is it close? How many blocks?" I said, "Yes, it is very close" repeated the directions and tried to walk away. "One more question!" he said, "Can I have some money for food?" I always try to play dumb to that question, "I'm sorry my Spanish is bad. Good night." He said it again but this time added pantomime and I knew I'd already given away I knew enough Spanish to know what he wanted.
But now I was getting nervous... he wasn't leaving... the street was dead...he obviously wanted to keep me talking to him and handing him money would put me close enough to him to grab me.... even taking my eyes off him to open my purse wasn't going to happen. And I also thought, " Who would need directions to an expensive hotel but then also need money for food? This has gone from sketchy to officially dangerous." People think being skinny is better... no way... in situations like that I at least know this one small Mexican dude is not going to be able to carry my big ass away. Worse case scenario this is an attempt to get my purse and no way anybody is taking my Frida Kahlo purse... it's my favorite!
"Sorry I only have 20 pesos I need for medicine at the pharmacy. Good night." He nodded like he was giving up and then grabbed his junk in his pants, flashed it at me and then started walking away. Ok... didn't see that coming.
I started walking away and kept turning around to see where he was while trying to walk as fast as I could. He was walking in the opposite direction and kept looking back at me too and then stopped and turned in my direction and started rubbing himself right on the side walk for few seconds! Then he turned and ran away.
What a freak!!!! Seriously? What kind of animal do you have to be to even want to act like that? And when has a woman EVER done something like that? No seriously I want to know the stats on how many women flashers there are. Showing tits at festivals don't count. When has a woman ever roamed the streets looking for a dude walking down a dark quiet street to just open her raincoat to? If I had been a dude this story would be... I passed a young guy on the street... in fact... no story. I wouldn't waste my time typing that story.
So when I got to Reforma by the pharmacy I was trying to decide if I should go 2 blocks in one direction to the police station or just keep heading for my friends house in the opposite direction. I went to the police station. They probably wouldn't find him but at least they'd announce it on the radio and the patrols would pay some extra attention tonight.
I explained what happened in my crappy Spanish to the police there... sooo awkward trying to explain the flashing part without knowing gentler Spanish slang to soften the blow... "he show me his penis"... those were the words I knew only in present tense and the shock on the cops faces at least let me know I conveyed the message.
"He didn't touch me! I'm ok"
Now I'm trying to protect them from feeling violated by my description of the situation! "We gotcha" was the look on their faces and they started asking about all the other parts of the story.
They also got right on the radio and sent another patrol out from the station. Then they summoned the tourist police to come to the station to hear my story in English and clarify it.
Found out tonight the tourist police don't really speak English. But they did know more key words so they could get a better description of the guy and seemed to know what I meant when I said, "You need to watch the streets tonight... he seemed rape-y."
So also while I was waiting for the Tourist police I called my friends I was meeting who then walked to meet me at the police station instead. While we were all walking away and I was telling them the story one of my friends said, "Did he ask you where the Fiesta Americana was or where the fiesta was? Like where the party was?"
I'm so white the first thing I think of when I hear "fiesta" is a hotel not a party!
AND the first time I get invited on a date in years but I instead think he's asking me for directions, trying to steal my purse and being a sexual predator! Turns out he was just trying to show me the hot date I missed out on by not speaking better Spanish!
Eh... I saw it... I didn't miss much.