“I’m not moving until you agree to go out for a drink with me.”
This is one of the most chilling things a man ever said to me. It might sound innocuous enough (and I’ll circle back to that in a moment), but given the circumstances, it was terrifying.
Eric was a colleague who had made his interest known when he started asking me questions about my canning project and the broken chain on my bicycle. I was perplexed — I hadn’t mentioned any of this to him. That’s when he confessed he had googled me and read the last few years’ worth of entries on my slow living blog.