Dear Sir,
I don't know you very well, and I hope you don't know me, so let me tell you a little about myself. I am a student, I like popcorn and good books, and I love puns, and I am a human. I was walking home last night at 12:55 AM because I was tired. I was not looking for companionship, romantic or otherwise. I was not open to talking to you, not that you asked or cared enough to wonder. I do, however, honestly appreciate that you found me physically attractive, but that appreciation is overshadowed by the disgust you instilled when you shamelessly and ignorantly perpetuated rape culture.
Living as a girl in society today, I have been taught to fear men. Stories of kidnapping, rape, and murder flood the news constantly. You were probably taught to be wary of criminals, not half of humanity, so I don't know if you understand my hesitation to engage with you, a stranger.
However, even if we had met under better circumstances, there's no way in hell I would ever consider you for a romantic partner, based on what little I know about you. One of the first things you asked was if I had a boyfriend. Bravo on respecting commitment, but you demonstrated that the only way you would leave me alone, no questions asked, was if I "belonged" to another man. You can't respect my choices, especially if that choice was to have you leave me alone. You could, however, respect me as a possession. No.
Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, you then pleaded with me to take your number. When I refused, you asked why. Apparently, "because I don't know you, and it's the middle of the night," isn't a good enough answer. In fact, it's so rude of me to refuse you that the only feasible response is "Fuck You!" You got angry at me as if I owe you something, and I'm a bitch for not servicing you.
You, sir, make me sad.
Not because I am displeased with you in particular, but because you are a reflection of the society I live in. One that demeans women as being a species created for men. A society that will tell me I could have been nicer, or that I shouldn't have been walking home so late. A society that tells me that you were only joking, and I shouldn't take it so seriously. A society that tells me that I am at fault for my peers indiscretions. I am so sad that I somehow created a situation where I apparently provoked you into harassing me by simply walking. I didn't ask for this, but I guess that never mattered.
So, fuck you, too, guy. Fuck you, too.
