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feeling: stiff
listening to: Maaya Sakamoto - Blind Summer Fish *shrug*
I could've been raped last night. *sits there shivering and whimpering like a chihuahua*
Ok, I was taking a shower last night around 10:30-11, and when I was about halfway through I heard a door open, but it didn't immediately close... and a girl's voice said "Hi, can I help you?" to which a quiet male voice said something about wanting to take a shower. The girl responded with "You can't take a shower here, this is a girl's floor." Oh, I live in a dorm with separate guys' and girls' floors, and girls cannot use bathrooms on guys' floors and vice versa. They can be on any floor they want, they can even sleep there if their (temporary) room's occupant doesn't mind, but they can't use bathrooms on floors that don't house their gender. Well, after that the guy said some stuff I couldn't hear and then left. I didn't think much of it until later that night, after my shower, when my roommate's sister (who lives down the hall) came in and told us that they'd had the police here earlier, because there'd been a suspicious male in the bathroom on our floor.
It had to be the guy I heard.
And I was the only one taking a shower at that time. If that guy was looking for a victim, I'd have been his only option.
It may sound like I'm making a mountain out of a molehill here, but you have to remember, I live in an area of Columbus where riots, shootings, and various other kinds of attacks are pretty commonplace headlines. Almost every weekend there are serious mobbings and riots and car/dumpster/couch fires and stuff within a block or two of my dorm. I haven't had any problems yet, but... last night was the closest I ever came. After the possible reality dawned on me, I had some major trouble getting to sleep.
Thank God for the girl who came in and ran that guy out... I wish I knew who she was...
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/20/2002 12:34:00 PM
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