[Life Fuel] I made a roastie think I was about to rape her
So I'm back home from uni for the weekend to escape all the chads and stacies fucking each other in the halls like the wild pigs they are. At about 11pm I decide to go for a jog since the rest of my family is asleep and there's nothing interesting on TV. So I go out wearing my tracksuit and a gym shirt with some trainers. I have my headphones on and I'm jogging on a quiet road that isn't that well-lit. I stop for a while outside a convenience store to catch my breath, a 30 year old lady comes out with two bags, she looks at my face and looks disgusted I smile at her and nod and she walks in the opposite direction. I decide it's time to start jogging again and my break is over so I turn my music back on and jog, the woman sees me jogging towards her and since I'm sub 8 assumes I'm chasing her down or something. So she starts walking faster, before I would have switched to a walk to not threaten her. Since swallowing the black pill I decided to continue my jog why should she dictate my life. She notices I'm catching up and starts really walking fast now, but I'm jogging too fast and still catching up with her. She looks behind and is horrified to see my face 10 feet away the sheer look on this roasties face was life fuel. She drops her groceries and starts to sprint in a thick coat, I decide nows a good time for sprint training and sprint as fast as I can, she starts to scream as she sees I'm almost 5 feet away from her. I give it my all and sprint as fast as I can and then overtake her and continue sprinting all the way to the end of the road it must be a new personal record and I feel amazing now. Inb4 normie brigaders will call me a cruel human being for jogging and sprinting as a sub 8 male.
Same thing happened to me! (only with a lot less running involved.)
I was leaving Sears one day, just a few minutes before closing time.
She didn't have any purchases, and she didn't have a purse. Just car keys in her hand. Young enough to be in high school, but old enough to drive. So 16, 17, or 18. But if I had to guess, based on her size, I'd guess 16. A 10th grader. We were both walking toward the back exit of Sears, where we would both momentarily enter the nearly vacant back parking lot. And it was getting dark. The store was nearly vacant, and we could each certainly hear each other’s footfalls on the hard tile floor. Well, I guess it's possible that she didn't notice mine. But I wasn't trying to be quiet, or tip-toe. In fact, as we approached the door, and it became clear that we were both going to go out it, I deliberately rattled my keys, in the way that a gentleman does when he finds himself walking into the darkness behind a lone female, you know, the key rattle that says "I'm not following you, I just happen to be going the same way at the same time, and I'm CERTAINLY not going to abduct you, rape and sodomize you, strangle you, and dispose of your body in a way that no one will ever find it. See? RATTLE I'm not even trying to sneak up on you. Just going to my car, too. Got my keys right here. Nothing to be worried about at all, really. RATTLE
When we reached the door, I was close enough behind her that the door wouldn't have enough time to fully close behind her before I was ready to push it open, too. You know, that zone, where you are kind of obligated, even if you are in a hurry, even if the person behind you is a guy, even if you are a girl, and perhaps especially if you are wearing your school colors, obligated to hold the door for a second. To make sure the person behind you doesn't walk into it. To see if they have their hands full of purchases, and might have trouble with the door. To show that you're the kind of person who will hold a door for whoever happens to be behind you.
But she did not follow that unspoken protocol, which released me from following the next rule of gentlemanly conduct: To let the distance between us grow greater as we both walked farther into the dimly lit lot, away from the safety of the store.
But to hell with that, I was in a hurry, too. And as luck would have it, we were both still going in EXACTLY the same direction--toward my van, and, as it turns out, her car, which was parked right on the other side of it. Her car and my van were side by side, but facing in opposite directions. We both had to walk between them to get to our driver's side doors.
And suddenly, that's where we both were. And my van was blocking the view of the store. No people. No traffic. No cameras. And this tiny little cheerleader, who knew she'd just shut a door in my face, was having trouble opening her door. Probably a dozen keys on her keyring, and it was too dark to see them.
She looked around, and glanced sideways at me. Tried to make a split-second, panic-filled decision about what to do if things became even just one increment more scary.
Run? Scream? Fight? I could almost hear her heartbeat. She was shaking. She actually dropped her keys, and as she did, a terrified "NO!" escaped her lips. I could have just used my clicker to get in, but I was enjoying the show. So instead, I made a big production of setting down my package, holding my keys up to what little light was coming from the nearest light post. "Sure is dark out here" I commented, barely able to hide my amusement.
Just then, she found the right key, got in, slammed her door, and I heard the power locks click. OK, maybe it wasn’t a verbal accusation, but just as surely as if I'd had her in a Vulcan Mind Meld, I knew EXACTLY what that cheerleader was thinking during our time alone together in the Sears parking lot that night, even though I'd done absolutely nothing to provoke such terror.
I hope she still has nightmares about it!
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