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I was on my way to the football match, wearing jeans, a winter coat and my football scarf. I walked past a man and his sweet little boy with blonde curly hair on a bike on a quiet residential street, with my headphones in and noticed the man was looking me up and down.
30 seconds later I realised the little boy (who was about 5 years old) had cycled after me.
“Madame?”
I took my headphones out.
“Oui?”
“Your scarf, is it for *****?”
“Yes it is, I’m going to the match”
“Ohhhh…yes….well, my daddy, he said you have a really nice arse!”
I always wondered why the men who say things or follow me home or touch me in the street thought their behaviour was OK, but I suppose they just listened to their ‘papa’ too.
Matilda.
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