“He promptly started rubbing himself.”

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Time: Evening Rush Hour (3:30pm-7:30pm)
Location: Between McPherson Sq and Metro Center

I’m 5 months pregnant and was happy to find one empty seat on the metro train. I sat down next to a man who promptly started rubbing himself over his jeans.

Submitted 11/23/16 by “BL”

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Not OK! Stranger On The Metro Can’t Take No For An Answer

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No means no!

Location: Orange Line – Rosslyn, Virginia
Time: Night (7:30pm-12am)

I was taking the New Carrollton train home and a man sat down next to me. I had worked late, and I normally prefer to sit alone anyways, so I was already tense. The man mumbled something about the train and red line, so I told him it went to Metro Center. I didn’t realize he was interested in knowing where I was going. He continued to try and engage me. He then rested his arm on my leg while he read the newspaper, and then moved his hand to my knee. I moved his hand and told him no.

He continued to try and talk to me, asking me about my plans for the night, if I had a boyfriend, if he could have my phone number, etc. I continued to rebuff his advances and he would not stop. He tried to put his arm around me, and I told him to stop touching me. At this point I noticed that he smelled slightly of alcohol.

After I exited the train, he followed me, trying to go with me. I moved away from him quickly and joined a crowd of people standing on the platform. By the time I left the group of people, he was gone, but I was still throughly shaken up.

Submitted 6/21/14 by “Hayley.”

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“I’ll never let that happen again.”

Location:  Orange Line between Foggy Bottom and Capitol South
Time: Daytime (9:30am-3:30pm)

I was heading home from campus, seated on the metro near a window, and reading. A man sat next to me and reached down – between my legs – to retrieve something that was on the floor near my feet. It was an old luggage tag, the kind you attach to a suitcase, and it wasn’t mine. I was shocked that he reached between my legs to pick the tag up, but he clearly wasn’t American and spoke limited English. He asked me if the tag was mine and when I said it wasn’t, he reached BACK between my legs to place it back on the floor. I was shocked again, about two stops away from my destination, and burning with anger and shame. I stayed silent, just trying to get home without causing a scene, and I think that made him think his actions were acceptable, that American women were tolerant of these kinds of things.

The worst part came next: as he continued to sit next to me, and I continued to stew silently trying to figure out what to do, he started rubbing his erect penis through his pants. Again, I was shocked into silence, and I think he knew that he (literally) had me cornered. When my stop arrived and I had to get past him to exit the train, he stood but refused to get out of the way so that I would have to rub against him to get past him. I yelled at him at that point, demanding that he get out of the way, but even when he stepped into the aisle he positioned himself so that we touched. He then stared at me, still rubbing himself, while I got off the train. I was humiliated and angry at myself that I didn’t say something more, that I didn’t stop him from reaching between my legs or call him out on his completely inappropriate behavior. But I didn’t. I only realized later what I should have done. I’ll never let that happen again.

Submitted on 12/3/12 by “EBD”

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On Metro Masturbator: “There isn’t a week that goes by that I don’t wish I’d screamed at him.”

Location: Metro train – Orange Line towards Vienna
Time: Daytime (9:30am-3:30pm)

I was heading to the grocery store on my day off around 2 pm. I got on the train with myumbrella (sic) and purse, sitting in my spot of choice which is usually right where the chair behind me doesn’t face the same direction (I have had a bad experience with a person sitting behind me and actually touching and smelling myhair) (sic). The train was relatively empty, especially at the direction I was sitting. In fact, there was only one other person facing me at the end of the car. I made eye contact with this guy after noticing him staring at me. A few seconds later, he got up heading towards my seat. I thought to myself “please don’t let this guy hit on me..I’m only a few stops away from my destination..”. I felt a sense of relief when he decided to stop a seat in front of me and across the aisle. That sense of relief quickly turned into a since of confusion followed by apprehension. Something told me this creepy looking guy did not just get up for nothing. Sure enough, less than two minutes later, he’s fumbling with his pants and to my horror, pulls out his penis. Of course, I’m the ONLY person who can see this and before he has it fully exposed, I rush to the end of the car where people are sitting, hop off the train, and get in the next car when the train stops.

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Unfortunately, I came to the realization that my umbrella was still on the seat because I’d left so quickly. Knowing that it would rain very soon, I knew I had to go back. So at the very next stop, I hopped back off and on to the same car with the creep whom I did not acknowledge when I grabbed my umbrella. I hurriedly hopped off the train AGAIN, and into the next car. I’m quite sure I looked absolutely crazy throughout all of this. I mean picture a frazzled looking girl running between cars. I did not make any notion as to what was occurring and there isn’t a week that goes by that I don’t wish I’d screamed at him, at the very least. When I got to my destination, I immediately informed the station manager of the train I’d just gotten off of. She didn’t look particularly surprised or interested as she simply asked me to describe the man. I told her what I knew and that was that. My information was never taken nor do I even know if this man was ever confronted. I wish I could say that this is the only type of harassment I’ve had like this in DC. It’s unfortunate, but I cannot.

Submitted on 7/19/12 by “MTM”

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Horror flashbacks on the Metro…

I am still quivering in disgust. Today, around 10:45am, I was on my way from downtown to New Carrollton. I worked late last night, so I was kind of tired and dozing off. I was sitting alone and somewhere around Potomac Yard, a man got on and sat in a seat about 4 from mine. He looked at me and I looked away, and dozed back off. I didn’t think anything of it. The next stop, he moved to the metro seat directly across from me, and sat facing towards me. I noticed all of this sort of subconsciously. But as the metro ride went on, even though I wasnt looking at him, I could feel him staring at me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him doing something repetitive with his hands. I chose to ignore it, figuring I was just being paranoid. But as the ride progressed, the feeling stayed. At one point, I chose to casually look over at him to see if he was blatantly staring at me. Not only was he blatantly staring at me, he wad also jerking off.

I closed my eyes and opened them again. It was still happening. My jaw dropped in horror and disgust. He just kept going. I immediately got up and went to the farthest metro seat away from him. I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t look at him again. I felt like I was going to vomit and started having a mini anxiety attack. As soon as the train stopped, I got out and ran forward to the next train. When we got to my stop in New Carrollton, I got out and told the train conductor. He told me to tell metro security.

I felt disgusting after seeing him do this. I’ve been having horror flashbacks and seeing his creepy stair and disgusting penis in broad daylight on the damn metro! My skin feels creepy crawly and I’m still having mini waves of nausea and anxiety. I’m so f*%&ing pissed!

AND THEN, hours after that incident, another man started hollering at me and my girlfriend about, “Let me take you to brunch. I’ll pay. What’s your name? Where you goin’?” And all with an ignorant ass entitled cocky smile on his face. After politely declining his third advance, him leaving and giving us attitude, I threw my hands up with grief and stated, “What the f*ck?! I’m wearing a f*?!king bear hat!”

And I was. All day. All day I have been wearing this somewhat unattractive, furry, trap and skeet type hat because it’s cold out. I’m in a long winter coat. Sneakers. Wide legged pants. Barely any makeup. Carrying a black plastic bag and juice. I’m Not dressed provocatively. I’m not asking for it. WTF?! What is wrong with men?! ARGH!

Location: Metro, Orange line towards New Carrollton

Time of harassment: Day Time (9:30A-3:30P)

Submitted by Nikki

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