I got talking to an old friend about when we were younger and she brought up a not so pleasant event from my past!
I left school at sixteen and went straight into full time work in a supermarket stacking shelves. The job description meant that I had to spend a fair bit of time in the warehouse retrieving stock for the shop floor. The warehouse workers were all male of various ages, at first I was a little intimidated by having to go down there alone but they soon became friendly joking around with me and I felt a little more at ease. After a while a few of them went past friendliness and began pestering me to go out with them, using flattery to help their cause. I politely refused their advances but unfortunately they continued, matters were made worse by my floor manager who decided to attempt his own advances. He would catch me in the lift standing so close that we were touching, he also had this annoying habit of tugging on my earlobes. When I protested against this he would say ‘I think you like it’.
I made a complaint against his behavior and although it did stop his advances he then became hostile towards me. He would shout and swear at me on the shop floor for no reason, he even caused a customer to complain about his behavior towards me. I did eventually leave because of him, I couldn’t take his verbal abuse any longer and all because I refused his advances.
I did actually make the mistake of befriending one of the warehouse workers before I left, he seemed one of the nicer men. He would tell the others to back off and leave me alone. I thought he was funny and quite charming, also very good looking. He was younger than the rest and we did eventually go out a few times but I ended it, he began to want more than I was willing to give he was after all twenty six at the time.
Looking back I cringe at the memory. Most of these guys were the age I am now, married and had kids. Why the hell were they interested in a sixteen year old girl? and what was I thinking going out with a guy of that age? Nothing, is the answer to that question. At the time all I could think of was bragging about how an older guy was interested in me, absolutely anything could have happened to me and no-one would have known. I knew nothing about him and yet went out with him anyway.
Not one of my finer moments but then unfortunately at that age I didn’t really think about consequences 🙂