And There It Was: His Penis
Dude, why are you showing me this?
It was a sunny morning.
It used to take me 20 minutes to walk from my house to my place of work but, since it was pretty much the only workout I got to do in the entire day, I was happy to go about it.
I had a well-established route. In hindsight, that was a terrible idea.
I was nearly halfway when I noticed a man standing next to a car, on the passenger side. Door wide open. Of course, every time I walked to work I got to see a few men standing next to their cars. What made this dude stand out was that he kept staring at me.
For a moment, I wondered, “Is he going to tell me something? Is there something on my face? What’s going on?”
However, he said nothing, so I kept going.
About three blocks later, I noticed some movement on my left side. I turned around, and there he was. The same man, the same car.
The same stare.
This time, I got worried. I had a few reasons:
- This man clearly knew my route; otherwise, how come he had managed to drive to the exact point I was going to walk by? It was too much of a coincidence.
- Did I mention he kept staring at me?
- There wasn’t a soul in sight.
As I thought about what my next move would be, I quickly scanned my surroundings for anything I might use as a weapon. I spotted a couple of sticks and even a brick in front of a nearby building.
I looked back at him to keep track of his actions. I checked his car to see if there was anybody else inside — luckily, that was not the case. I paid close attention to his movements, his eyes, and facial expression; maybe that would give me a clue about what he was going to do next.
And then, it happened. He took his hands to his pants, undid his fly and, sure enough, there it was: a pale, fully erect, penis.
His penis.
The plot thickens
I was not expecting that.
I’m not sure what I thought was going to happen, but that did not even cross my mind.
It was a bizarre moment. On the one hand, I was scared. On the other, I was kind of curious, this being only the fourth male member I had seen in my entire life — I had to bite my tongue not to ask him why his penis was so pale.
To make things even stranger, I took another look at his face. That’s when I saw it: a silent plead. I swear, if it weren’t because what he was doing — you know, showing his dick to a stranger in broad daylight — was utterly sick, I would have felt a bit of compassion.
What was that he wanted? Did he honestly think I was going to look at his penis, get all horny, and jump in that car with him? Was he conducting some sort of survey? Or was his intention to give his penis a much-needed sunbath?
Why was he showing me this?
In the end, I sped up my pace and followed a completely different route, the whole time looking over my shoulder. From that day on, I took the bus, a taxi, or got a ride to work.
Goodbye, workout!
What gives?
It’s been almost 20 years since the day that man showed me his penis. Sadly, it wasn’t the last time a man felt the need to show me his dick even though the situation did not require it.
I still don’t get it.
What is it? What’s the logic behind this gesture? If there are men out there thinking that their penises are so pretty women are going to feel the urgent need to hop on them…they are so wrong.
I have realized this has nothing to do with sex. Instead, it’s all about entitlement. These guys seem to say, “Here I am, all of me, look!”
By showing themselves off, they try to take something from us. That day, that man made me feel going to work on foot was not safe. All so he could get a kick out of it.
I was there for his amusement, nothing more.
I have talked to some people about this, in real life, and sometimes I get comments such as, “but he just showed you his penis. He didn’t try to touch you. You are overreacting!” And yes, there’s always someone who throws the classic line, “you should feel flattered!”
You can trespass someone’s limits without touching them. And no, I did not feel flattered. I was scared.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life second-guessing everything I do, looking over my shoulder, or having to locate at least two possible exit routes in case someone has needs they want to fulfill, regardless of whom they use to satisfy them.
I just want to walk to work, dude. That’s all.