I was just walking through the tunnels to get to the metro when I met a young guy, possibly his late teens. He leaned in in front of me, made a kissing face (this is very popular among the street harassers of Barcelona btw) combined with the let’s have some sexy time eyes and went: Holaaa nenaaa! Meaning hey little girl. I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize what happened at first. Then I thought; oh you’re harassing me, I should blog about this. I’m becoming slightly jaded I think…
This man came in to the restaurant where I work accompanied by his two grown up kids. The moment I said hello to them something in his eyes changed, he went from communicating with two people, his children, to admiring an object, a painting or a sculpture. That´s how he looked at me, I wasn´t a human being, I was a complex romantic painting that he wanted to study in detail. Maybe it sounds like I´m being ungrateful when this man apparently found me beautiful (he also managed to tell me so with words), but have you ever tried to have a conversation with someone and the only response you get is them staring at you with mesmerized eyes and a half open mouth. I was asking questions about their order, while he had a look on his face that revealed his only thoughts to be; Oh, wooow, it moves…it looks so life like… Yeah that is extremely uncomfortable and creepy.
The only picture I could think of to best illustrate this facial expression was Sam Neill and Laura Dern looking at the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.
Last night I was taking the trash out from the restaurant where I work. While I´m struggling to make it all the way to the trash cans with my giant bag of restaurant garbage, a what appears to be homeless man, walks up to me in a rapid pace, as he is right next to me he goes: Hey, do you want to get together after you finish work??
I politely responded with a:
Then I just kept walking and he calls out: Hey! Beautiful! Hey!?! As alluring as he was, I chose to ignore him. When I walked back to the restaurant after throwing the trash he seemed to have given up and continued his search for a late night hook up elsewhere.
If you´re not quite up to speed on the subject of street harassment, my girl Laci Green will give you a 5 minute lesson:
So many times that I´ve thought about doing this, just to see these creeps reactions when an object suddenly starts interacting with them. Photographer Hannah Price started taking photos of the men who cat called her, and the results are really interesting. I´m amazed by how vulnerable and human they all look, I almost feel sorry for them.
See all the photos and read an interview with Hannah Price here.
I´ve been a bit absent for the past two weeks, and honestly it´s been due to a lack of harassments, I almost had my faith in humanity restored. Could it be that creepy guys on the street had become extinct? Well no, today on the metro one of them resurfaced to assure me that they´re not going anywhere. A guy entered the train with his friend, saw me and went: Maaamacitaaa! Hooolaaa! Followed by him motorboating into the air:
God, that´s attractive dude…
He finished his little mating ritual with pointing to his crotch while going: Come here! Come here!
You shall all be pleased to know that my literal cat caller has now upgraded me from feline to angelita (little angel) and mi amor. I guess I should be happy he no longer sees me as an animal (no offense to cats, I love cats) but as something even more than human and also the recipient of his love. He called out these sweet words from across the street as I was taking out the trash from the restaurant and he just happened to be walking by. Why, thank you kind sir! You surely know how to make a lady feel all special!