Alright, so I just got back from Minneapolis. It was a nice visit, except for the sexual harrasment, and note that I'm not making a funny reference to Eric. Here's the whole, sordid tale.
So I got there Sunday morning. Eric and I went to brunch, hung out until we could check into the hotel (cause Eric's place was too small for 2), took a nap, went to dinner, went to bed early. Monday I got up and rode downtown with Eric and went shopping. There was a Saks 5th Avenue outlet, which was fantastic: I got a cashmere cardigan and scarf set, originally $650, for $60. I met Eric for lunch, then he got me a cab and I went back to the hotel. My plan was to finish knitting the baby sweater I was making for Eric's friends, who we were meeting for dinner that night.
The hotel phone rang. When I picked it up, a guy asked for Amber. I told him he had a wrong number and hung up. The phone rang again, and this time when I picked it up the caller whispered something dirty. I hung up, unphased; not like I've never gotten an obscene phone call before. Then however, it occurs to me; when I used called my Grandparents when they were staying in Gainesville, I had to know their last name to be put through to their room. There was a strong possibility that the call had been made from one of the other rooms in the hotel. I finished knitting the last part of the sweater, then went to the lobby, because I needed to borrow scissors. They wouldn't let me bring them back to the room, but that was no problem. I also asked if they could tell where the phone call had come from, but they couldn't.
I went back to the room to get the sweater. A tall asian guy walked behind me from the bar area to his room, so I didn't think anything of it. I took the sweater to the lobby and used the scissors to cut off some loose ends. I went back to the room, and the same guy walked behind me. This caught my attention. I sat in the room sewing up the seams, then went back to the lobby one last time. The guy started to walk behind me again. It had occured to me last time that if he were behind me when I opened my room, he could shove me in and that would be bad. Very, very bad. So I waited for him to pass me in the hall. As he did, his hand bumped my ass. Now I was really, really freaked out, and a minute later the phone rang again. I didn't answer it; I barracated the door and waited for Eric to come back.
When he got there I told him what happened, and we went to the front desk. I asked for a room change, and when the guy behind the counter (who was so great about this whole thing) asked what happened, I got a little teary-eyed and choked up. I hadn't realized that I was that freaked out. The guy moved us to a totally different part of the hotel, on a different floor. He told us to call if we saw the guy. As we moved my stuff I saw him and Eric called the front desk. The hotel person came and dragged him to the front, had me ID him, and then asked if it was his voice on the phone. I couldn't be sure, since most of what he said had been whispered, but I thought it was. The hotel guy couldn't kick creepy asian man out without me being 100% sure it was him on the phone. I decided that since we were in a totally different part of the hotel and the guy was checking out tomorrow that he didn't need to be kicked out. The hotel person told him he would be watching the security cameras, and if the guy came anywhere near me or there were anymore complaints he would call the police.
So, then Eric and I met his friends for dinner. The wife was going to take me out the next day, but I spent the first half of Tuesday throwing up for no particular reason, so that got canceled. I felt better later in the day and Eric and I went to the partner dinner that was the whole reason for the timing of my trip. Wednesday I went shopping with his friend's wife and then had dinner with Eric.
So really, uneventful except for being stalked and throwing up half a day.
~ Katie
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