Paige was walking home from my place last night, around 11pm. It’s not that far of a walk, her living only one train stop away, but as she walked, a man in an SUV pulled over and offered her a ride. (She, being a smart girl, said no.)
Let’s just for one second give this stranger a huge benefit of the doubt and assume his intentions were good–that all he wanted was to be helpful and give a girl a ride. How could he, even for a second, think that she’d actually accept? Especially with the recent wave of female deaths in the news? (Mom, don’t worry.) The guy is either crazy for thinking a woman, alone at night, would hop into a stranger’s car, or just plain crazy. Either way, avoid that ride.
Part of me finds it sad that I have adopted this attitude. Not to say I’m wrong, but that that’s how screwed up the world is. In many situations, guys with good intentions are so outnumbered by louses that you have to lump them all in together as a self-preservation tactic.
Sometimes I want to move to a small town, but then I think, “What would I do after 7pm?”