How to protect yourself
When I was in college, my roomate—a tough old gal from New Jersey, used to always say “You’re too fucking friendly.” It annoyed her. She spent three years fielding calls from the “poor saps” I’d give my phone number to with no intention of ever talking with them again. I was that girl, I know. I know.
I still have a habit of being overly friendly. Like, I make it a habit to introduce myself to all of my neighbors if I see them out and about. They are incredibly friendly people.
I was walking with my building-neighbor last night and she mentioned that her husband reprimanded her because we’ve been so friendly—that there are a number of sex offenders in the immediate vicinity.
Those types of things never cross my mind. I’m offering up all kinds of information like, “I work from home. I live right there.” Hi, just call me TARGET.
So I’m discussing this with my interweb homies and it was decided that it’s not a bad thing to be friendly. But I may want to think about safety a little bit, hello.
Mace everyone when you meet them. If they talk to after that they’re probably ok.
It think it’s good to cautious but be wary of allowing paranoia to creep into your reasoning. Chances are that it’s harmless. At lot of creepy guys out there - and most aren’t sex offenders. There are lots of nice guys too - I like to think we outnumber the result of them. We just never get any action.
Get an attack monkey. Those things are vicious.
I said:
I would love an attack monkey, where do I get one of those?
Posted by chepooka on 04/25 at 07:50 AM

