As we passed I could feel him quite unashamedly staring over at me, looking at me up and down but I didn’t acknowledge him.

I knew – from the lack of footsteps- that the drunk chap had stopped and was watching me as I walked away from him; then it happened……

He started shouting towards me, I don’t know what exactly but I knew that if I turned around then that would be his invite to come over.

At the same time, I was also unsure if he was shouting at me thinking I was a genuine girl or if he was getting abusive because he had figured out that I wasn’t what I made myself out to be.

I ignored him and carried on my way without looking back, hoping that he wasn’t going to come running after me swinging his fists.

I was lucky and that was the last I saw of him.