Melanie Sykes
04-24-2013, 01:25 PM
Scary episode today. Firstly, sorry if this reads a little clunky, but I'm typing on my phone in a service station. I had some time alone, away from home, in which to dress and do whatever I wanted. So amongst the other things I did, I drove to a beautiful spot called Barbury Castle, which is an iron age fort. I had never been (or even heard of it) before, but it was well signposted from the M4 and I when I saw the first sign I decided to pay a visit. I was dressed, with femme jeans, low heels, and a top that was not overly feminine.
The castle turned out to be a long way from anywhere, reached by a single track road about 3 miles long. The spot is very remote - there's a toilet building there, but nothing else. The car park was spilt into two parts separated by a small thicket of trees. In the first part, there were about ten cars, each with its boot (trunk) open with a cyclist putting together a bike. It was obviously a club. I drove into the second part of the car park. Here there were about five cars, all empty except for a man in a van. Two men were sat on a bench overlooking the spectacular view.
I decided to sit in the car for a bit and see who came and left before I got out. I'd noticed the guy in the van staring at me pointedly. Since I wasn't wearing an overly femme top, I had on no makeup or wig, AND I had a beard, I figured he couldn't know I was a CD. Still, he was obviously trying to make contact, but in a very odd way.I thought immediately that he might have arranged to meet someone there anonymously and thought I was his contact. So I pointedly ignored him and admired the view, fiddled with my phone and generally indicated by ignorance that I did NOT wish to make contact. After a couple of minutes he got out of the van and walked past the front of my car so he was in front and to the right of my view. He stuck his tongue out and put his left hand in his pocket and jiggled it for a while. There was no doubt what he was doing - he wasn't polishing his glasses. Every few seconds he'd suddenly snap his head towards me to see if I was watching. I ignored him again and he got back in his van.
I debated what to do. I was hoping the creep would leave - I was dying for a pee but there was no way I was going into the toilet block with him around. The two guys on the bench left after a while and I was effectively alone with this guy. I sat there for a good ten minutes ignoring him while he was doing things in the driving seat that made rhythmic noises even from outside the van, and he kept doing the head-snapping thing. Eventually I decided to leave, but as soon as I started my engine and began to reverse, I saw him rushing to put on his seat belt; he then started his van and reversed out of his space. What was he going to do - follow me home? I didn't fancy the idea of him following me down a single track road for miles. What if I broke down or he rammed my car? Also, as we hadn't actually communicated, there was a minute chance I'd misread things.
I swung the car around and shot around to the other part of the car park, hoping he'd not notice me hiding behind the thicket. The other cars were all there, but the cyclists had gone. There were two exits to this part of the car park, both leading eventually to the single track lane. He saw my car as he went past and slowed to a crawl, staring as if he didn't know whether to stop or not. Basically I'd forced him to show his hand - if he stopped or came into the car park there would be no doubt. So he crawled along for ages, in this appearance of indecision, until he was out of sight. He had seemed to be trying to read the situation. I turned the car around so I had good clearance to make both exits if he came back. Then I waited for about 20 minutes: waited for him to get bored of crawling, and to make sure he hadn't turned back. Then I left. As I was coming down the hill from the fort, I had a good view of the road for miles. He wasn't there. I made it back to the motorway without seeing him again, and hopefully I never will.
Thought I'd share this. If he acted like this thinking I was a dude, what might have happened if I'd been very fem? Possibly nothing. But in your eagerness to get away from it all to dress in peace, remember that lonely places can be dangerous. This happened at 4:30 in the afternoon: broad daylight. I'm 6'5": he couldn't have know that either, but I didn't look small in the car. People don't usually give me trouble. Take care.
The castle turned out to be a long way from anywhere, reached by a single track road about 3 miles long. The spot is very remote - there's a toilet building there, but nothing else. The car park was spilt into two parts separated by a small thicket of trees. In the first part, there were about ten cars, each with its boot (trunk) open with a cyclist putting together a bike. It was obviously a club. I drove into the second part of the car park. Here there were about five cars, all empty except for a man in a van. Two men were sat on a bench overlooking the spectacular view.
I decided to sit in the car for a bit and see who came and left before I got out. I'd noticed the guy in the van staring at me pointedly. Since I wasn't wearing an overly femme top, I had on no makeup or wig, AND I had a beard, I figured he couldn't know I was a CD. Still, he was obviously trying to make contact, but in a very odd way.I thought immediately that he might have arranged to meet someone there anonymously and thought I was his contact. So I pointedly ignored him and admired the view, fiddled with my phone and generally indicated by ignorance that I did NOT wish to make contact. After a couple of minutes he got out of the van and walked past the front of my car so he was in front and to the right of my view. He stuck his tongue out and put his left hand in his pocket and jiggled it for a while. There was no doubt what he was doing - he wasn't polishing his glasses. Every few seconds he'd suddenly snap his head towards me to see if I was watching. I ignored him again and he got back in his van.
I debated what to do. I was hoping the creep would leave - I was dying for a pee but there was no way I was going into the toilet block with him around. The two guys on the bench left after a while and I was effectively alone with this guy. I sat there for a good ten minutes ignoring him while he was doing things in the driving seat that made rhythmic noises even from outside the van, and he kept doing the head-snapping thing. Eventually I decided to leave, but as soon as I started my engine and began to reverse, I saw him rushing to put on his seat belt; he then started his van and reversed out of his space. What was he going to do - follow me home? I didn't fancy the idea of him following me down a single track road for miles. What if I broke down or he rammed my car? Also, as we hadn't actually communicated, there was a minute chance I'd misread things.
I swung the car around and shot around to the other part of the car park, hoping he'd not notice me hiding behind the thicket. The other cars were all there, but the cyclists had gone. There were two exits to this part of the car park, both leading eventually to the single track lane. He saw my car as he went past and slowed to a crawl, staring as if he didn't know whether to stop or not. Basically I'd forced him to show his hand - if he stopped or came into the car park there would be no doubt. So he crawled along for ages, in this appearance of indecision, until he was out of sight. He had seemed to be trying to read the situation. I turned the car around so I had good clearance to make both exits if he came back. Then I waited for about 20 minutes: waited for him to get bored of crawling, and to make sure he hadn't turned back. Then I left. As I was coming down the hill from the fort, I had a good view of the road for miles. He wasn't there. I made it back to the motorway without seeing him again, and hopefully I never will.
Thought I'd share this. If he acted like this thinking I was a dude, what might have happened if I'd been very fem? Possibly nothing. But in your eagerness to get away from it all to dress in peace, remember that lonely places can be dangerous. This happened at 4:30 in the afternoon: broad daylight. I'm 6'5": he couldn't have know that either, but I didn't look small in the car. People don't usually give me trouble. Take care.