Alan will protect me. At least that's why he's been working out at the gym for the past year. He's got muscles on top of his muscles. The only reason he hasn't gone in a month is the foot ulcer. But he'll go back Monday.

I told him "more muscles, more muscles" "I'm a hot 60 year old who attracts weird people on trains, SO WORK OUT!!!!"

He laughed his head off.

I'm better today. I went to the laundromat. Can't hide myself in my house. Once you do that, you never leave.

I was an abused woman over 35 years ago. It was my first real boyfriend who I was madly in love with. Thank god I knew enough to leave.

I don't want to feel that kind of fear ever again. I don't like people encroaching (is that a word???) in my personal space.

I think the man from last night was a nut and he will probably go and follow someone else on another train.

Me??? I carry a knife now. Alan tells me "don't do that, just kick him in the "you know where". "That will stop him in his tracks".

We shall see if this is ever necessary.

Gee, it stinks to be getting older, getting more fearful and knowing that there are nuts out there.

Melody