The most horrible thing ever happened to me today.

So I was walking home from the Bus stop, and suddenly this Indian guy gets out of his car, and says, 'Where... is... San, Sant, St Martins?" So I gave him some directions.

All good up until here.

Then.

"Could I please have your number?" he says.

Ermm. You're at least 35. NO.

My response: "I only give my number to people I know, who are my friends, sorry." Hoping this would get him far away from me.

Him: "I want it so we can become friends"

He didn't get the message. I had no idea what to say, so I said OK, and decided to give him a fake number.

Him: "My phone is in my car"

Yeah, like I'm going to walk over to your car! You'll kidnap me and murder me.

I started looking desperately around for people, but there wasn't anyone around. I could see my house, and wondered if I should scream for my mother or something.

Instead: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I have to go"

I run home, lock the door, close the curtains, and lie on the carpet.

I'm still scared.