The Hunt for Sex

female erotica, literotica, sex blogs, sexIt is rare that I find myself uncomfortable in the company of a man.  More likely, women make me uncomfortable because I find they are trying too hard to control who they are sexually rather than just experiencing it….feeling it….rolling with it. 

I know, I am the poster child for open sexuality, but something happened to me over the weekend that I need to express to all women and men who have an important woman in their lives.  This event brought me back to a time….a long long time ago in a far away place (going all Star Wars here!)… when I was not smart where men were concerned.  I thought innocently because I had never been hurt by a man that I would not be.  I mean physically.  I am not talking about abuse because I have seen that all of my life.  I am talking about the stalker mentality that is present in some men.  You know the feeling when you get that little shiver that runs from the base of your neck down your spine?  That’s not the sexy, nipples getting hard, body tuning up for sex play type of sensation. 

Friday night, I dropped by the local drug store to have pictures developed.  It was going to take 30 minutes, so I decided to stroll around….look at Christmas stuff…..kill time!  A guy walked up to me with a Santa hat and asked me to try it on.  Said he would like to see me in it.  He stood entirely too close into my personal space.  As he was in his middle 40s and stood well over 6 feet (I am 5’9”), he literally towered over me and was looking down on me.  I could feel him breathing and I, Marine chick at heart, felt my counter-terrorism training kick into play.  I declined without stepping back or breaking eye contact.  Then, I turned to walk away.  My plan was staring to rolling in my head already.  Don’t leave the store.  Look for people to contact around you.  Walk to places this person would not go (crowds, for example).  Look for cameras around the store.  I went over to the cosmetics aisle and could see him in the reflection standing behind me staring.  If he was looking for fear…he found the wrong girl.  Causally, I walked over to the tampon aisle (no man goes there without a reason right??)!  As I turned, he was there too.  I reached down and called The Marine.  I asked him to meet me at the store. 

What if he had not been able to pick up the phone?  I have a list of people (My Favorite Scorpio, my dad, a guy my hubby works with that is our friend) that are next.  If all that fails, ready?  Contact the Store Manager!!  Police offices are full of reports about women who did not want to cause a scene and ended up on the news as missing at the end of the night.  You can quietly speak to the Manager without causing a scene.  Protect yourself first!

It’s that knowledge that someone is assessing you physically….not sexually….and you can see it reflected in their eyes, their words, and their body moments.  Its the realization that someone is hunting you….but you DO NOT have to be a victim. 

The Marines call it “assessing your enemy” and I am here to tell you that you should be ready with a plan to protect yourself.  If you are out with your girls, include things in your plan like give a cell phone number (if you want to talk to him again) instead of your home number, share an email address instead of your contact information, and memorize phone numbers of friends / family to call in case of emergency.  The worse thing that can happen is for women to rely on saved phone numbers for important people.  Although speed dial is great, what if you don’t have your cell?

All too often, I hear women say that a man “seemed like such a nice guy” or they “got a feeling from him,” but did not pay attention.  You will often read recommendations from me that you flirt or interact with a man with a consciousness of your own self.  Remember:  your safety first.  And, please…if someone gives you that spooky feeling that you can’t describe, don’t stop to assess it.  React in a way that takes care of you.  Listen to your instincts at all times.  If he gives you that spooky kind of spark instead of the sexy sensation….or if your little voice is just saying to you “there might be something wrong here”…..listen.  Nature gave you everything else….including an early warning system! 

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14 thoughts on “The Hunt for Sex

  1. Mindz–Well, when The Marine got there, he wanted to step out and have a word with the guy. He does not do too well with men who try to push women around. I told him just let the guy go be creepy somewhere else. But in my mind later, I knew that was not the smart thing. Cause the next woman might not have been so lucky!~~Dee

  2. I would have had words with him too for that same reason, Dee. It’s bad enough if he was scaring my woman, but I also don’t want him freaking out other women. Great post.

    And you just never know how much you come to rely on baby wipes unless your TAD somewhere for months at a time.

  3. Mars–Scaring “my woman”? (snort…giggle) Male possessiveness is soooo cute. Yeah, The Marine is not a violent man, but when he goes all protective…its on! And yes…baby wipes can be such a blessing. I sent boxes every week filled with stuff for The Marine and all of our “adopted family.” For those not hip, “adopted family”=the groups of people who hang around your house on the weekend because it is 1000% more normal than being on the base. We adopt each other quickly.~~Dee

  4. Scary shit, indeed. But not panicking and keeping a sound head and assessing your options is the best way to go. I had to do so a few times and I am so glad I am not easily panicked… Still SCARY shit!

  5. Dutchie–Yeah…long as we cant kick the tar out of someone like that…but he was only looking for fear. He did not get that satisfaction. My dad and My Favorite Scorpio both said I should have let The Marine have words with him.~~Dee

  6. I learned very early on how to intimidate these fuckers… I was followed home numerous times by boys of all ages when I was younger.

    Sometimes just having an air about you that says, “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not happening” is enough to send them on their way. That and a look that says “I have two knees and two elbows and I know how to use them!”

    Glad you kept your head about you. xo

  7. My Dearest Finn–The Marines teach a few more pressure points in their handy little counter terriorist training. Plus, you get to see how truly nasty human beings can be to each other. It is a reality check.~~Dee

  8. Great post Dee~ thanks for sharing. I’m sorry you went through this experience but I’m glad you put it here for many others to learn from.

    I really do wish you had reported him though. As you said… hindsight is that he could do this to another woman who might not be so smart or brave.

    A friend of mine went through a “Cyber-stalker” situation recently and when she shared it with us, her girlfriends….we *ALL* urged her to report him to the authorities. She did and he was taken into custody. He had been harassing many other women, come to find out.

    The creeps…they find us. It’s our job to be strong and help put them away. Doing so means we are helping save other women. 🙂

  9. While I’ve never been in the military, I do know what you’re saying about not being intimidated. That is the most important thing a woman can do because honestly, if I person can see you are intimidated, they seem to play off that. I had a guy flash me at the grocery store once. In the parking lot. At first I was like, what the fuck? Then I laughed until he started to follow me.

    I called my husband and he was like, what do you want me to do about it? Call the police or drive there. DUH! He followed me all the way to the entrance to the jail. Weirdo. Glad you’re okay.

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