um, this morning i was at a train station on the gold coast returning from a sleepover at a friend's house.

it was a quarter to 8.

i went to use the washroom and while i was in my stall, some jerk stuck his penis under the stall wall. aside from not being able to figure out the sheer logistics of how this is physically possible as i was seing his prick from the top side, i was stunned, confused, pissed off, angry.

why didn't i step on it? the thought did occur to me. i was actually in the process of being ill from a panadol that i had taken for a mild headache caused by a couple more glasses of chardonnay than was necessary last night. note to self: panadol on an empty stomach *will* make me throw up whatever water i downed it with. so, at least i had my panties on. who knows if that creep had a camera. (by the way, i kept down everything else i ate and drank today. i know it was the panadol. i wasn't *that* drunk last night. giddy and hot but not drunk)

so, understandably, i was in no position of one with her wits about her.

which could be why i washed my hands before leaving the bathroom. there was a third person taking a morning poo in the other stall so i knew i wasn't alone with el creepo. plus, who'd've thought he would actually show his face to me?! (while i washed my hands i heard a funny panting noise)... as i was leaving, he came out of his stall (THIS WAS THE LADIES BY THE WAY) and mumbled something as i was opening the door. i was wearing my snakeskin cowboy boots and a (short) black skirt btw. as he started to say something, i gave the bathroom door a very swift, angry, backwards kick as if to say don't even fucking think about it. then i walked firmly and quickly to the newsagent where i was sure someone would be behind the counter. i told my story, briefly, to the lady behind the counter and she advised me to go straight to the clerk at the station office. i reported the incident to him and he came out of his office immediately and asked me to describe the guy. he walked a few feet and asked another station clerk who was just coming off a ciggie break "mate, have you seen a guy in a black shirt around?"
"yeah, i have. i just had a cigarette with him! he seemed kinda shifty- what's up? he's just around the corner too, i left him 5 seconds ago, he must still be there"
we went around the corner and there wasn't anyone there. this guy had jumped the fence and headed down towards the rails to avoid us.

things i need to confirm i writing while it is still fresh in my mind.
-i SAW him come out of the middle stall in the bathroom.
-i SAW his face.
-i SAW him from behind.
-i CAN identify him from a line up.
-he WAS circumcised.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww bad mental pictures. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. my poor poor eyes.

i also saw him, from the corner of my eye, as i dashed of the bus and headed straight for the bathroom feeling quite ill indeed. (i am *so* over panadol.) i don't know if he had been on my bus.

the nice station clerk told me to wait upstairs rather than on the platform for my train. he was concerned for my safety. as i waited, i noticed the gross gross man climbing the stairs up from the rails where he had hopped the fence in the first place. i rushed to the ticket window and said "there he is! that's him"

and i saw his face again. and i saw him walk away. and he walked. and, when called 5minutes earlier, the police were too busy to come to the station.

but there are cameras all over the train station. i have formally reported it. i realised, as i started to write a brief account, that i might as well write it in detail so that when the police ask for a writen statement i will have a reference in case the whole event wasn't burned clearly into my mind already, or in case i hadn't recounted it for everyone i work with at least 7 times. the cameras will have his face. at least the police can put his mug on file even if this whole ordeal is anticlimactic. ewwwwwwwwwwww... wrong adjective.

he was wearing a black dress shirt and dress pants. they were a little baggy on him. the shirt was untucked but creased at the back where it had been tucked in. he had dark hair and a healthy complexion. dark eyes. features were dark. he was caucasian. i'd say 20-25, not older than 30. short hair, styled too, a bit of gel, that whole faux mohawk kinda thing but not quite. medium height. not tall or short. medium build. not skinny, not muscley, possibly a bit of pudge but unsure cause of the slight baggyness of his clothes.

from the rest of this ordeal and converstions that ensued i gathered that he had dashed around the corner and had a smoke with the station clerk. apparently he seemed shifty. apparently he said that he had just walked into the wrong bathroom. (who says that?!) apparently he kept looking at his mobile phone. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

this all happened within the span of under 20 minutes cause my bus arrived at the station around 7:40-45 and my train left the station at 7:59.

and one of the reasons i spent the night on the coast was because everyone kept saying how the train was so dangerous at night. (one of.)

i'm exhausted. it's wiped out my thoughts for a lot of the day. i don't think it's a big deal to report it, i don't know how many people do. they should. everytime. these things could escalate. poking a willy under a bathroom stall could be the first step to poking a willy in an unwilling woman. and *that* is devastating.

would you feel upset and violated at something like this? irregardless of the fact that it was all before 8am on a saturday. (duuuuuuuude. not cool.)
would you shrug it off and say 'whatever'? i don't think that's a great response. us girls at work giggled a bit cause it is a tad ridiculous to us, what would the female equivalent be? shoving your tits under a stall door? (honestly, who throws a shoe?) but really, it is a total violation. completley inappropriate behaviour and should be stopped, don't you agree?

i work in a mall. i used the bathroom there during my shift today. i kept looking down at the division between the stalls with dread and disgust, waiting to see a penis there. how angry was i that it bothers me this much?

i usually read my posts before i post them to check for spelling mistakes and typos, edit and tidy my thoughts a bit. but this time i'm just hitting publish. apologies for any sloppiness but i'm on my way to bed to leave it all behind.

big hugs and be safe.
-xoxoxoxo-