It was an early breezy Tuesday morning, no different from any other Tuesdays. But as I turned around the corner, not far from my office, a dark-skinned Indian looking man paced up to me.
His first words were, “You are so beautiful, do you work around here?”
What, no hello?
I looked up from the mortar ground that I am usually staring at when I walk to work. He was skinny and tall, but not too tall, and his eyes were intense behind thin metal-frame rimmed glasses. Was he going to try and sell me something?
“Yes I work around here… Why?”
“I just got here from the US and I’m looking for some new friends. Would you like to have sex with me?”
Is this guy for real? I stared at him, his sweat dripped down his face and stuck to his striped shirt. He looked a bit hot and bothered, but I am sure it wasn’t me making him sweat – he was assertive, not nervous, and he does look like he could be fresh off the boat. He may not be used to our local heat. I pondered over his accent though, and being somewhat travelled, I recognized that it was not purely American.
This guy was serious, and he was waiting for my response. I easily answered no.
“Why not? It’s a free world. That means you and I can have sex.”
“Uh, that’s great for you, but my world does not work that way.”
He kept asking me why not, and finally I said to go away because I had a boyfriend.
I am so angry with myself that I said that! Firstly, because I don’t have a boyfriend, so there was no reason for me to lie to this stranger. Secondly, why should I be making up an excuse for HIS flawed behavior?
Anyway, after I said the boyfriend thing, he kind of realized that the ship had sailed and he asked me where he could find, quote and unquote, “hookers”.
“Do you know anywhere I can pick up girls in Singapore? Who would like to have sex? Like hookers?”
“Yeah! You should go to Orchard Towers, Geylang, Brix.”
I actually had to describe these places to him and how he could get there, directions, etc before he left me alone.
Not before he tried again though… “You have really nice titties.”
“Alright that’s enough. Please leave.”
Have I just been harassed? The guys I told this to wanted to go look for him. They also said I might be right, this offender may not be American… he could even be Canadian.