Men don't ask women for help. If he does, he's typically up to no good. I tell my kids the same thing about adults asking kids for help. It doesn't happen.

To branch off of that, it's very important to specifically tell kids to be equally wary of a woman who claims to need help, wants to give gifts, wants them to "meet their kids" because "their kids" love wolves and they have a wolf on their shirt.

Every highly prolific human trafficking organization have women who "recruit". They may have thousands of men involved in the operation, but will use a couple of women (specifically for finding women and children in person) because your guard will be low enough to be successfully indoctrinated or taken.

Terri-Lynne McClintic lured Tori Stafford (8 years old) into a car to be raped and murdered by her boyfriend Michael Rafferty. Children should absolutely be taught to be wary of over-friendly women who are strangers as well since some are under the control of pedophiles and pimps.

And scams also do exist. Scamming and distractions while they pickpocket you. Often run by females as the front. And the kids or a male do the scamming/pickpocketing/assault.

I’ve been asked to help by men for various things and they were all above board.

Of course, those were also situations where I was the only one around or the only one equipped to help.

The man complaining about how now he doesn’t feel safe asking women for help now is an abuser, no question.

When teaching young children who to go to, if you are a lost child it's "find a woman with children find a woman and if their are ***no other options*** go to a man. Everyone knows asking a man anything, especial a stranger, put you in the post danger.

Once a guy asked me for the time, and the fucker stole my phone when I got it out to look.

That day my arse learned.

Oh, shit, this is true.

It's like the rule you tell kids about strangers: Adults don't ask kids for help. And men don't ask women for help, either.

In the same topic, serial killers are not super intelligent, charming and inception level manipulators. They just lie and dont care. Most people dont lie or if they do they feel bad about it. Society doesnt work if we dont usually believe what people say. Glorifying killers and acting like their victims were stupid or gullible is a weird impulse.

From age 18 to 23 I lived on my own as a student in a small town near the city where my college was located. One day I was riding home on my bike, and in a secluded part of the road there was an old man, he was lying on the road with his bike next to him and he was looking distressed and called out for help. I felt terribly mean but I didn't help, kept riding my bike...it just didn't feel safe somehow to stop. I'm a person who very much acts on intuition. Later on, an 18 yo girl (also a student) disappeared from this same small town (where I stilled lived at that time). She had been riding her bike from the city to her home in the small town, and was never found. Obviously I have no idea whether these two events are connected, could very well be that I WAS just a mean person that left an innocent old man lying wounded on the road. But maybe that girl could have been me, had I stopped, who knows.

I was driving home from work once when I saw a man fallen on the sidewalk. He was moving around, looking like he was trying to crawl, then he started sitting up and lying down repeatedly. There were other people around and nobody was paying him any mind, so I assumed he must have been some local drunk. Then I thought it didn't matter if he was, the guy clearly needed some help, whether he was drunk or having some sort of psychotic breakdown. So what did I do? Did I leave my car and go up to that guy? Hell no! I called the cops, told them where the guy was and that he looked like he could use some help and that's it. My conscience is clear without having to put myself in danger.

Yes I definitely should have done that...but it was during the daytime so I was confident someone else would soon see him. But still, should have done that :-)

Always trust your gut!! You will never regret trusting yourself.

A couple of years ago I was walking home from work and saw a car parked on the street side so that I could barely pass, door open and a man bent over pretending to be fixing the car but actually staring at me through the rearview mirror. I immediately knew something was up, the way us women do, and so I stopped the music I was listening to and braced myself as I walked by. He didn't do or say anything. I kept walking for a while, part of me thinking "that was weird" and the other part trying to gaslight myself. 5 minutes later a car slows down by me. It was him of course. Second attempt. He asks me where the highway is. I keep the distance, say I don't know and keep walking. He follows me. Third attempt. He tells me to get into his car. I just look at him. He says "we'll go the swimming pool together". A second ago his car was broken, then he was lost now we're going to some swimming pool apparently. Again, I don't answer, I just give him this look, this "I see right through your bullshit" stare for a while, as I keep walking and he follows me. Finally he smirks, defeated, and drives off.

Absolutely terrifying. The worst part is, we probably all have a story similar to this. For some of us, we get away (I was lucky), but many of us don't. If something doesn't feel right, it probably isn't. Men's feelings will never, ever, be more important than women's safety.

Heck, I can share my own story. I was 15, walking my dog, when this old man started talking to me and walking with me. I didn't find it weird at first because I knew him from around the neighborhood and there are a lot of lonely old people there who take any opportunity to chat with someone, so I thought it was just that. He asked me harmless stuff like I'd already gone voting (it was an election day). It was only much later that I started thinking if that particular question wasn't just a way to check if I was a minor.

Then he starts saying he'd seen me around walking my dog a lot of times and he'd been meaning to talk to me before. He said we could be friends, that there was nothing wrong with that, it was just a little age difference (this man was old enough to be my grandfather). He started asking where I lived. I was vague and just told him I loved in the neighborhood, which he obviously already knew. He started getting really pushy, wanting to know exactly where I lived, down to the floor and apartment number. I really didn't want him to follow me home, so I kept giving him vague answers and started walking around the neighborhood in circles so he couldn't figure it out.

This turned out to be a bad move, because I ended up walking right past his house, which he was very excited about. He said we could go upstairs and 'listen to music', repeated many times there was nothing wrong with us being friends, and told me to give him my number. I said okay and gave him a fake number and name then said I had to go home because it was getting late. He tried to convince me again to go into his house, then when I continued to refuse asked me if I would give him a kiss goodbye. As friends, you see. I gave him some excuse about having a cold. He said we could shake hands instead and grabbed my hand, squeezed very tightly and didn't let go for a long time, and he stared at me the whole time with this creepy smile. I could tell he was thinking of pulling me into his house by force. I'm convinced the only reason he didn't was because he was afraid there might be neighbors watching. He finally let me go and made sure to tell me he would be calling and texting me soon. Whoever the fake number I gave him belonged to probably got an unsolicited dick pick less than five minutes later.

I grabbed my dog and ran home as fast as I could, checking behind me the whole time to see if he was following me. My sister was just coming home when I got there and she could instantly tell I was scared. I told her everything, she told our mom as soon as she got home from work and they went to the cops.

Of course the cops didn't care because 'nothing really happened'. The best they could do was give him a warning. To their very small credit, they did send a cop to his house to talk to him, although I have no clue what, if anything, came of that. When my grandpa found out, he had a different kind of talk with the guy. After that, when I passed him in the street he made sure to keep his head down, and I made sure to cross the street and stay as far from him as possible.

I told this story on an internet community I was in at the time and the resounding answer i got from the women there was the motto I have kept since then: Never be afraid to be a bitch. If someone makes you uncomfortable and they won't back off nicely, then stop being nice. If your instincts were wrong (which they rarely are) and the guy really didn't mean any harm, then the worst that happened is that you were rude. If your instincts were right, however then it's better to be a bitch than dead.

This has turned into a wall of text, but I just wanna say how much the women in that community helped me then. I was such a naive teenager. As an adult, I now find it so easy to see predatory behavior. Just a few months ago, I was giving a coworker a ride. She only just turned 18 and is still very much a naive teenager. We were walking to my car when a car with four guys stopped in front of us. This was very late at night and there was nobody else on the street. They wanted directions to McDonalds. We stayed in our spot, some distance away from the car, and told them where they should head. The guy on the front passenger side played dumb and took out his phone and asked if we could go show him on google maps where it was.

My coworker instantly stepped forward to do it, putting herself in the perfect position for those guys to grab her and drive off with her. I grabbed her shoulder immediately and held her back and I told them the directions again, and that there were signs showing the way, they wouldn't get lost. They tried saying they were from out of town and didn't know the way, but I insisted it was very easy to find. Then I grabbed my coworker and made her start walking back down the street, away from the road and toward our workplace where some of our other coworkers still were, just in case. I didn't turn back to my car until I heard them drive off, which took quite a few moments, btw. I explained to my coworker that she should never put herself in a position that makes it easier for a potential kidnapper to grab. Maybe those guys were just hungry stoners looking for fast food, maybe the phone thing was the guy's crappy flirting technique... or maybe it was much more sinister. Whatever the case, approaching a car with four men in it in the middle of the night in an empty street, when they are actively trying to lure you closer, is never a good idea.

Great post! I'm so glad nothing happened with the old man, that sounded absolutely terrifying. And that's just it, who knows if anything could have happened, but better to be rude than to be assaulted, or dead. These types of men prey on our kindness as a form of vulnerability. And thank you for protecting a younger woman! In person I tend to share my stories with women so that they know it's OK to be rude, or to trust their instincts, or both. That their safety is important!

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“Men don’t ask women for help.” YES. Literally every time a man I didn’t know has asked me for help, it resulted in harassment. Every. Time.

I've noticed when I'm at the supermarket, men who act strangely have no problem approaching me, asking for change, offering to "help" me with my groceries or my cart, asking for gas money, etc. They never ask other men who are walking by. I only give money to women.

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