Interaction is usually limited to a homogeneous gang of hormonal schoolboys making weird noises at an equally homogenous gang of schoolgirls. The girls I knew had better handwriting than the boys and I was damned if I was going to spend hours trying to decipher rushed scrawls.The only morals you inherit are those of the pack and whatever your mother mistakenly handed you – those golden, quintessentially Sri Lankan nuggets like “you know what they say about women who wear red” and “her skirt is so short her husband must be ashamed! Anyone breaking this mold is respectfully deemed to have “tapped that”. It doesn’t help that most girls pretty much play along with this behaviour, because most of them are also stuck with a thousand or so other girls in a puritanical single-sex school and have no idea how men are actually supposed to behave.It’s an insolent, hostile, and yet strangely curious stare; a kind of stare that not just strips down the person on the receiving end, but also makes them feel like nothing more than a piece of meat in a dress and heels. Put it this way: if it was us guys in that situation, every single street in this would have at least a couple of fights breaking out across.It is the look you would give when you could either eat someone or kill them, and not necessarily in that order. And while hardcore feminists will tell you that a woman can easily take on a man – I’ve met a few that could – most women aren’t going to put up a fight, especially in a skirt and heels.Case in point: at some point during my A/Ls a friend of mine asked me how I’d “done” seven girls. Now, unleash this horde into the world, feed them the standard stuff about how a woman should be subordinate and all that, and you basically have our parents’ generation: a whole lot of people who basically look upon a woman as property. And then you get our generation, who are distinctly aware that something is wrong, but the guys can get away with it and the girls only rant about it on Facebook without summoning the courage to ask “what the fuck’re you looking at?
” “Counter-stalking Tactics: How To Fight Back, Women’s Edition? But it is true that within a small community, you get much less of the leering and the rapey faces.This is largely because in a small community, you tend to a) know that girl and b) know that her father, brothers, uncles and/or any other males in the general vicinity know who you are and where you live.Then we backtracked, with her walking about 50 meters ahead and me following, and I watched. This isn’t the kind of wolf-whistling you see in Hollywood movies.It’s not the damn-she’s-hot double-take of the eyes. While my friend wasn’t touched, I think I can honestly say I’ve lost count of the times someone’s told me about being felt up under their skirt, or about being followed by a tuk, or just plain fapped at in public.If you are new to online dating or want to find out more about the online dating scene then check out the Soulmates Blog for great tips and advice.