Masturbation Station
Note: I wrote this from a comical perspective, though I must admit that the incident was quite disturbing to me. The ending is only dramatic speculation, but it's true.
I went running this morning before work. Dawn was breaking and just 10-15 minutes into the run it was light out. I'm always wary when I run at this time of day. Even though it's light out, there aren't very many people out at 6:30am - nobody to come to the rescue if something happens, nobody to witness a crime. I know I sound paranoid, but these are the thoughts I have - I can't help that I've heard too many stories about female joggers becoming victims.
I took the usual route through neighborhoods to city park, curving around the right side of the park and then up by the baseball field. I saw a few people here and there on the way, walking dogs, eating breakfast in their cars (people do this at city park...I don't know why), etc. As I came down the hill to the other side of the park I saw that it was deserted, save for a big black truck with a cab over the back that was parked in the lot. As I ran by it, it moaned and clicked as if it had just been turned off...but there was nobody in it. My senses were heightened and I scanned the edge of the park for the owner. I wasn't concerned at this point, just feeling the need to be hyper-aware of my surroundings - something about being alone by a recently vacated car without seeing the driver set me into this mode.
I spotted him, about 30 feet away - there he was leaning with his back against a big boulder, feet relatively close together, knees spread wide out. I thought he was stretching, that he was another runner preparing for a jog. I half-smiled at him, still wary. Then I noticed where his hands were...the movement... He was "stretching" with his pants around his ankles. Just having a go at himself! He was looking directly at me, eyes steady, seeing me without reacting. I averted my eyes, head forward, down, picked up the pace. I glanced behind me several times as I exited the park.
I don't know whether or not the exhibitionist type person that masturbates in public is also the kind of person to stalk and rape young female joggers, but behind my shock and amusement, I was a little scared. I imagined him running after me and after I'd gotten away from the park, I pictured him hopping into his big black truck and following me to my house. I calmed down as I got further away, but I still kept glancing behind me, all around me.
I finally arrived back at my street where I stopped to walk the rest of the distance to my house. I was sure that I was just being paranoid about this guy following me. I sighed as I grabbed my empty trash can from the sidewalk. But, as I turned to drag it up onto my porch I looked up just in time to see a big back truck roar past the house.
I went running this morning before work. Dawn was breaking and just 10-15 minutes into the run it was light out. I'm always wary when I run at this time of day. Even though it's light out, there aren't very many people out at 6:30am - nobody to come to the rescue if something happens, nobody to witness a crime. I know I sound paranoid, but these are the thoughts I have - I can't help that I've heard too many stories about female joggers becoming victims.
I took the usual route through neighborhoods to city park, curving around the right side of the park and then up by the baseball field. I saw a few people here and there on the way, walking dogs, eating breakfast in their cars (people do this at city park...I don't know why), etc. As I came down the hill to the other side of the park I saw that it was deserted, save for a big black truck with a cab over the back that was parked in the lot. As I ran by it, it moaned and clicked as if it had just been turned off...but there was nobody in it. My senses were heightened and I scanned the edge of the park for the owner. I wasn't concerned at this point, just feeling the need to be hyper-aware of my surroundings - something about being alone by a recently vacated car without seeing the driver set me into this mode.
I spotted him, about 30 feet away - there he was leaning with his back against a big boulder, feet relatively close together, knees spread wide out. I thought he was stretching, that he was another runner preparing for a jog. I half-smiled at him, still wary. Then I noticed where his hands were...the movement... He was "stretching" with his pants around his ankles. Just having a go at himself! He was looking directly at me, eyes steady, seeing me without reacting. I averted my eyes, head forward, down, picked up the pace. I glanced behind me several times as I exited the park.
I don't know whether or not the exhibitionist type person that masturbates in public is also the kind of person to stalk and rape young female joggers, but behind my shock and amusement, I was a little scared. I imagined him running after me and after I'd gotten away from the park, I pictured him hopping into his big black truck and following me to my house. I calmed down as I got further away, but I still kept glancing behind me, all around me.
I finally arrived back at my street where I stopped to walk the rest of the distance to my house. I was sure that I was just being paranoid about this guy following me. I sighed as I grabbed my empty trash can from the sidewalk. But, as I turned to drag it up onto my porch I looked up just in time to see a big back truck roar past the house.
posted by Jocie at 9:37 AM
2 Comments:
As much as I love the wonderful sport of masturbation, there is no excuse for doing it in public. You should have got the license plate number off the truck and turned this wacko in. I can see why you felt more than a bit threatened.
Hey welcome to the wonderful world of Blogger! (I would advise against NOT checking out my blog. I spend far too much time babbling about the "m" word...and you've seen way too much of that for now! Cheers!
Unfortunately I had passed the truck before I realized what the situation was. And there was no way I was going to go back!
Ha, it doesn't bother me that you blog about it. I'm no prude, but I definitely think that the situation I was in was bizarre and disturbing. One does not expect to be confronted with these things in public. I guess that's what the fellow probably enjoys most about doing the "m" thing for all to see... ;-)
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