Been on family holiday. Holiday was lovely. Have field report of unacceptable moidery though since not even on fucking holiday do you get to escape this shit:
Teatime. Husband has of course been out golfing with FIL, FIL's bestie, bestie's son, because dentists and golf. MIL has whisked off the kidlets so we can eat a kid-free dinner. Have got ready and toddled down to nearby hotel restaurant to await husband, who is meeting me there as it's quicker.
I am sitting in the comfy seats in the lounge/coffee bar area with a cup of tea and a book. I feel the need to insert this detail as some kind of anti-slut defence because there are many who would consider I was 'asking for it' if I was alone in the bar.
A WILD MOID APPEARS! This dude is at least as old as I am, so he is old enough to know better.
Moid: "You look like you could use some company", wedges fat arse into other seat on the sofa
Me, vaguely horrified, inching away: "Oh no, I'm just waiting for my husband to join me"
Moid, beginning to leer: "What's your husband thinking, leaving someone so lovely waiting for him, all alone"
Me, now totally horrified, but don't-make-a-scene programming in full effect: "He is actually on his way here, right now, this minute. Excuse me" gathering my stuff to leave
Moid, placing fucking paw on my bare shoulder at the base of my neck, a gesture dogs bite strangers for because even animals understand it is a top level threat gesture: "Just tell me one thing, my lovely. You're married, but are you... happily married?"
Me, now inwardly screaming, grabs stuff and gets up: "Please don't do that. Excuse me"
Moid, at my retreating back: "oh, don't go"
I start scurrying for the exit which in retrospect is really fucking stupid because moid follows me. It's like five o'clock in the evening, I'm a grown woman, and a fucking moid is following me.
He follows me out of the hotel and follows me up the street, as I am beating a hasty path home because I am now pretty freaked out by this turn of events. I get my phone out to text MIL that I'm on my way home right now because I'm being followed by a man.
Moid is continuing to call out the mating song of moidery at my back. He is also catching me up.
Hollywood rescue incoming. I spot, coming down the hill, husband and fellow male relations, who are all descending on the hotel bar. I clearly must look upset as I register a general look of concern on husband's face and I begin scurrying faster in his direction.
At this point the fast-incoming moid, who has failed to register that I am about to return to the custody of my allocated keeper, volleys, "Come back, beautiful, I just want to get to know you", and makes a grab at my wrist. I manage to pull it free and begin running in actual earnest.
Husband, a dear gentle soul who behaves correctly at all times, now appreciates the situation and roars "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY WIFE". All related males now begin running down the street towards me.
Moid thankfully books it down a smaller side street and my owner resumes possession of me.
I am upset. He is pissed off. My FIL is upset and pissed off. Our friends are also pissed off.
Eventually they go on to the hotel, where I later hear FIL gave the duty manager some opinions about allowing men to chase women out of the hotel up the street, and at my encouragement we go to another restaurant, where we salvage a lovely evening despite this experience.
But there you go. Moids everywhere. Even on holiday. Imagine existing in public as a woman, no longer even a young woman, and expecting to be left alone.
Thank fuck I didn't have the kids with me.
