Published Feb. 1, 2013
I'm going to be honest. As a short-ish, out-of-shape female with comically weak upper arms, I keep walking. I don't know this person, I don't know what they want, I'm alone, I'm caught off-guard, I don't want to get myself into a situation I'll regret. And so I quicken my step and walk past. And afterward, I really hate myself for it.