So, this happened. Very close to where that thing didn’t happen to me. Or did. I don’t know. Isn’t that the thing about almosts? I felt like that dude had ill intentions. And yeah, he grabbed for me, but he left when I was like “Hell no” and I told the people in the community center. So… I don’t know… nothing happened.
But I hope this isn’t that same guy.
You know, all this time later, the thing that sticks with me about that is that, when I went back into the park, which is literally the size of a football field with a track circling it, to tell the woman who was still in the park about the sketchy dude, I had to specify that it was neither of the two creepy dudes just hanging out in the park staring at her while she ran but a third dude up in the parking lot.
Anyway, I hope it’s not the same dude, because then I’ll feel like I didn’t do enough, but I hope it is, otherwise, that’s disturbing to think there are a number of creepster dudes in that part of town willing to act on it.