On my way home from school today I noted that
A) My car needed some gas and
B) It had a bunch of trash in it- soda cups, some drive-thru bags, etc.
I did the logical thing, stopping at the first gas station I saw with a dumpster to get gas and toss the trash. I pull up to the dumpster beside the station and begin tossing stuff. A homeless man approached me and said “I’m looking for work around here…” I answered that I didn’t know where to find any, and he looked at me and said in about the most desperate way I can imagine “Please, can you do something to help me? Buy me something to eat?” I was moved and I gave him 5 dollars, all the money I had on me. He thanked me and moved over to the wall of the building.
I continued what I was doing, and I suddenly realized he was behind me. He asked if he could help clean, but I was almost done and I thanked him but said no. It gets scary now: He said something like “You look good.” and put his hands on me and started moving one across my chest. I pulled his hands off and told him I wasn’t interested (I assumed he was trying to repay me for giving him money, but I was uninterested in having relations with a random homeless guy). He stepped back for a second, as I made haste toward the front of my car to get out of there, but he stepped in front of me again. He grabbed his crotch and said “I’ve got eight inches” at this point I was pretty worried, and tried to get around him, but he grabbed me and started moving his hands across me. He said “You look good, can I kiss you?” and when he leaned in I could smell the booze on his breath. I’ve been a rape victim before, and I was really freaking out, he had a grip on me and was moving in, so I punched him in the side of the head hard enough to make him let go and hold his hand to the spot where I hit him. I shoved him backwards and he tripped over the curb and fell on the sidewalk next to the store, moaning pretty loudly. I got in my car and drove the hell out of there, I made another pass by on the street and saw that he was no longer there, so he must have gotten up and left.
I don’t know what I could have/should have done differently, but I’m majorly freaked out here. On the one hand I was sort of attacked by a random scary homeless guy that I was trying to help out, on the other hand he didn’t actually do physical harm to me and while I doubt I caused real DAMAGE to him I’m sure I hurt him plenty. I was just SO not ready for that to happen, and I have no idea if I handled it right. He must have been relatively OK if he was able to get up and leave, so at least I didn’t kill him or anything. Shit! I just wanted to help the guy, I gave him everything I had on me and I ended up having to hurt him and run away. Why the hell did that have to happen? I just don’t get it, I don’t think I had another choice… his fucking hands were all over me and he had this grip… but he seemed so pathetic and like he just needed some help. I tried! I tried to help him and I told him that he didn’t have to repay me but he wouldn’t take his hands off me. Fuck! I just don’t even know what to think about this. I’ll probably just calm down and eventually forget about it, I doubt if anyone involved was harmed seriously and I doubt there’s anything I can do about anything that happened.
Jesus that’s a scary situation.