Why Do Men Drop Their Pants in Front of Me?

3rd time is not going to be a charm

The first time I saw a man naked, I was 7 years old.

A few of my friends and I rode our bikes to the nearby high school. We did this often and would play on the asphalt, sometimes trying to play tennis or basketball.

This time we did in fact bring our tennis rackets and a ball. My neighbor Megan and I were on a team, playing her two cousins.

It was a Saturday and we were the only ones there until a man came walking up. He looked like he must be a teacher.

The man came up to us and said…

“Girls. I need you to check in with the office before I can let you play out here. It’s a liability.”

Sounds legit, right? So, we followed his orders and followed him to the office.

Our bikes were close to the office so we knew where we were headed. It never occurred to us that the office was most likely closed because it was a Sunday.

We were all very young!

As we started to follow him up a ramp to the office, I noticed that my friends were getting nervous and now I was, too.

We were totally getting in trouble, I thought!

Soon, the man stops abruptly, turns around, and drops his pants, underwear, and all.

Dumbfounded, I can’t even move. I am in pure shock. My eyes went straight to his shriveled-up, old penis. Barf.

My friends race off, grab their bikes, and thought I was right behind them. I’m still stuck in a state of shock and not sure why I didn’t high tail it out of there!

“Miiiiicccccchhhhhheeeeeelllllleeeeee!!!!!!”

Finally, I came to my senses and ran off to my friends. The man just laughed, loudly. I can still picture this gross man in my head.

We raced back to my house, screaming, crying, and blubbering while trying to get the words out to my dad. Oh, he was LIVID.

He gets on his bike before we could finish our last sentence. Sadly, the man was nowhere to be found. Or, maybe it was a good thing because my dad might have beat his ass and killed him.

We made a police report but nothing ever came of it. Hopefully, another kid didn’t have to see his shriveled-up dick.

The next time pants dropped, it wasn’t until almost 40 years later.

Sure, I’ve seen naked men in between but that was by choice.

Fast forward 36 years, I am going for a walk at my favorite park. I’ve been coming to this park for the past 10 years. It’s my sacred tucked-away gem in our concrete jungle.

It was a weekday, either a Tuesday or Thursday because those were my days off work. I usually go to the park in the morning but that day was the afternoon and for some reason, the park was pretty empty.

Oddly enough, I was listening to an episode of the Shair Recovery Podcast and Omar’s guest was discussing when she was under the influence and raped.

I often get emotional listening to these types of shares and this one was no different. I was going about my walk and I see a man riding his bike towards me. This is not uncommon, there are usually bikers riding through the park.

I think nothing of it until he starts to slow down when he gets closer to me. What the hell is going on? This man looks like a creep.

He smiles as he slows and I start walking faster. I look back and he’s gone. Phew!

Soon after, he comes racing past me again, looking back at me while he’s riding.

“Ok, this is fucking weird!!!!”

But, once again, he’s gone. Usually, I hate seeing other people on my walk, but I am thinking…

“Please, please let me see someone else besides the creep on the bike!”

As I near a corner, there is an inlet of trees to the right of the path. I look to the right, and there’s the creep.

He’s off his bike, pants down, and he’s swinging his ding-dong at me and laughing.

I look at him and the words come out, “GROSS!”

This time I didn’t stop and stare in shock. Thank goodness. Was he hoping that I would come over and want to have sex? Or, do men do this for a shock and awe moment? I guess I’ll never know.

What I do know is that I’ve never sprinted that fast in my life. And, I don’t like to run! I like leisurely walks that this man ruined for me.

My heart racing and sweat dripping, I finally found a park ranger (not sure if you even call them a park ranger at a city park??).

I described the man and he was off in his truck. I didn’t wait around to identify him, in fact, I never wanted to see that man again in my life.

I cried all the way home. I felt so disgusted, threatened, and objectified. When I got home, my daughters had just gotten home from school and I broke down sobbing to them.

Thankfully it was me at the park instead of them. As a mom, I’d rather anything bad happen to me instead. It could have been much worse, yes. Thanks to my fast running legs, I was able to escape.

My apple watch has never reacted the way it did that day! So ladies, be aware of pants droppers. They are lurking at schools and parks.

If it happens a 3rd time, can it be someone good-looking?

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Thanks for reading!

Much love, Michele