To the Creeper We’ve All Encountered
Dear Creepy Men Everywhere [Creepers],
I’ve had enough of you making me feel awkward just for existing as a female.
We met one of you at a baseball game on Saturday night. You picked up on my sister-in-law’s name and started saying, “Hey Bethany, do you know what the numbers on the scoreboard mean?” You started this conversation randomly, for we hadn’t even noticed you were sitting behind us. Your question wasn’t creepy, it was the fact that you referred to her by name, which you only knew from eavesdropping on our conversations.