In the early years after my transition there was an incident when I became aware that somebody was following me as I went about my business in and around my local village. I took a seat on a nearby bench pretending that I wasn’t aware of the man who was stalking me and because I was wearing sunglasses at the time he had no idea that my eyes were upon him. I sat and watched whilst he walked on by and after a while I casually turned to look down the road to see where he was. I didn’t look directly up the road but looked up and down the other roads at the junction where I was so as not to make my actions obvious. As it happened he was looking in the direction he was walking so I took the opportunity to walk in another direction away from my intended destination, home. It would take me a little longer but better to be safe than sorry. As I approached the road where I live I saw the man in the distance walking toward me. I took out my phone and pretended I was receiving a call. I stood still and ‘chatted’ to my imaginary caller as he walked past in front of me. It was as though I was totally engrossed in my conversation that I hadn’t noticed him and in any case I made it appear that way though I was watching his every move. I continued with my imaginary phone call and watched him cross to the other side of the busy main road and off into the distance. I casually began to walk home but once in the road I raised the pace and was soon indoors. Quite a few minutes later, possibly ten, I saw the man walking up the road appearing to be looking for an address but I think he was still hoping that he would see me. I never saw the man again. I am not in the habit of being followed around though a couple of months ago I mentioned in one of my posts that whilst walking in town I became aware that somebody was paying me more attention than I wanted. He had been walking in the opposite direction and had taken a lingering look at me in passing. As it happened I was wearing sunglasses on that day too and in fact I got sunburned in the process of walking about. The man had tried not to make it obvious that he was following me but I turned around a couple of times and he realised I had noticed him. He stopped following me. Am I that attractive to men?