I enjoy late night walks. It’s how I unwind and process. There are a few downsides. One night I was walking between an on campus construction site and the student center. This area was I little bit more dimly lit than most of campus and a little bit less traveled. This is IWU though. It wasn’t dark and I was never more than 10 meters from the nearest building. This night some short dark-haired girl exited the Student Center a little ways ahead of me. I thought nothing of it, but she must have because she sped up. When I was still behind her 5 or 6 steps later she began glancing over her shoulder. I admit that I was a bit angry that night. I was definitely walking with purpose. That doesn’t explain what happens next. After one extended look back, she took off at a dead sprint!
Now, the odd thing is that this triggered something inside of me. My mind snapped. I was no longer an addled college student, but a fearsome hunter equipped with club and spear. Like a rabid dog, I had to chase. I would have caught her. That poor girl’s tiny little legs flailing wildly couldn’t carry her a quarter as fast as my legs. I could catch her, tackle her to the ground, and shout “I am a nice guy! Favorably rated by 3 out of 5 friends!” It’s true, I am!
Of course, I didn’t do that. Rationality won out in the end. That girl is still around. She’s apparently dating someone in my dorm on my floor. I haven’t talked to her. I don’t plan on confronting her. Seriously though, not every guy out late at night is a rapist.