One time, at night in the parking lot of a Barnes and Noble in Ann Arbor, I said "No" to a good looking guy who wanted to borrow my phone. "No! I'm on the phone." I glared at him. He ran away. My mother was on the other line, saying who was that and telling me to get away from him. Something was wrong with him. And I had just been in the bookstore looking at a book when these weird sexual thoughts came into my head, but not like I wanted them or like they had anything to do with what I was reading. So I just told myself I was going to notice and acknowledge that had happened. Then he showed up in the parking lot. After I said no to him, he ran over to another couple and asked for help but I could tell he was acting. Hopefully he got help with whatever problems he had and never assaulted anyone. One can hope it worked out that way.
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