Wanna Ride?

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?”

6 thoughts on “Wanna Ride?

  1. Haha, I totally identify with this post. I live in a big city and I'm a runner!
    I'm always a bit shocked when a guy approaches me when I'm alone walking to my car in a parking lot at night or something. Just not good common sense on the guy's part, even though he's probably not out to get me.

  2. 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.
    I've thought about this a lot, and it doesn't really bother me too much because I *know* most guys are fine and aren't a threat. I'm extra careful when I'm alone, but I don't get too pessimistic about it. I guess it's hard to explain.

  3. I once accepted a ride from a stanger. Why? I don't know. Either I'm too trusting or way too lazy.
    It was the summer of 2001 and I was actually standing outiside my apartment building waiting for a bus so I could go to you and Amber's apartment. We were supposed to go to the mall.
    It is POURING down rain: buckets, sheets, torrents. I am waiting so long that my umbrella becomes saturaed and water starts dripping through the umbrella material and onto me.
    Again, I don't know how long I waited but it was a long time. I was becoming increasingly anxious because I knew you guys were wondering where I was but I couldn't call you because this was years before I had a cell phone. I knew that if I left the bus stop to go inside and call, that is when the bus would come.
    So, I'm standing on the side of Queen's Chapel Road mentally debating when a man pulls up in a car. He is chubby, in his 30's, and has an African accent. He asks if I want a ride because he's driven past me a few times now and knows how long I've been waiting.
    I take the ride. On our way to your place, he talks about how he doesn't know that many people in the area and that I look very nice, etc. When I get out of his car, I thank him and accept his telephone number.
    We then attempted to go to the mall but I lost a shoe in one of the rivers flowing down the streets that day and we have to turn back. I spend the rest of the day drying off at your place until Vince comes over. I tell Vince the story. He asks, "What did you do with his number?" and I produce it from my pocket.
    "Why do you still have his number."
    "I don't know. He was nice."
    Vince then takes the number from me and throws it away. Thus endeth that saga.

    • Despite my horrible memory, I remember this day! Amber and I were angry that you did something so risky, but also really relieved that nothing bad happened–like you getting dismembered and stored in some crazy man's freezer.
      I don't think it had to do with trust or laziness. It was one of those "desperate times call for desperate measures" things.

  4. People die frequently in similar situations in small towns too. I think it's just a matter of ratios – few people die in towns with fewer people, more people die in towns with more people.
    Of course, there may be a bigger chance of getting away with it if you're blending in to a city the size of Chicago. I don't know.
    Either way, glad Paige didn't accept a ride! 🙂

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