UPS Guy Would Not Leave

One time a UPS driver would not leave my house.<br><br>I moved into a new apartment, and as I was moving out for the first time at 19 years old it was a struggle. I had no money, I was doing it all by myself, and I'm a female. I ordered a couple of things from online, big shock. Some of the things were tools and other random hardware supplies.<br><br>The UPS guy came to the door, and he was a middle-aged man with a beer belly, a white shirt, and a lazy smile. He was a bit older than I expected, but that's neither here nor there. I'm a naive girl; I answered the door and I didn't even have a shirt on. It was 10 am on a Tuesday, I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed that morning. I opened the door, no shirt, just shorts. He looked me up and down, I gave him a weird look and said, "Can I help you?" He brought in theUPS package and then put it down on the floor of my house. I said "thank you", and reached for the door handle to close it. He wouldn't leave.<br><br>He kept asking me random questions, personal questions. He asked how big my backyard was, how many rooms were in the house, if I lived alone, etc. I answered a few of the questions as they seemed relatively innocuous, but I did feel a bit uncomfortable with the backyard question. I just gave him a lazy answer of "I don't know, I haven't measured it". I don't want to seem like a jerk, I just want to close the door and leave him alone.<br><br>Then, to make matters worse, he kept looking me up and down. Like, full on looking at my breasts, over and over again. I'm not a big girl, but I'm also not flat. I tried to cover myself in a way by crossing my arms over my chest, but I didn't want to seem defensive or give him an excuse to keep talking. I didn't know what to do.<br><br>I get it, UPS drivers are human beings too. I understand that I am a younger female, and I'm supposed to be "fuckable". At least, that's what I thought was going on. I wanted him to leave, but he wouldn't. He looked at me, up and down, over and over again. I started to feel nervous, I didn't have a shirt on and he wouldn't leave. He kept talking, but I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to know how uncomfortable he was making me.<br><br>I decided to close the door and tell him I'm not in the mood to talk. I walked closer to the door, reached for the handle, and gave him my best "I'm not interested" face. I was over him. He gave me a disgusting smile, the same lazy smile he had when he first walked in the door. I wanted him out of my house; I wanted him to go fuck himself. As I closed the door he said "what's your name". I didn't answer, I closed the door.<br><br>After that, I started to receive packages at work.<br><br>Edit 1: I never thought about the possibility of him wondering if I stole a package, that makes sense. I think the issue was that he was supposed to give me a receipt to sign. He gave it to me, but he was holding it right over my right breast. I couldn't take it from him, he was holding too close to my body. I didn't want to touch his hand, and I felt trapped. I get it now, I probably came off like I was trying to steal a package. I wasn't, but I could see how he'd think that. At least that's my take on it.<br><br>Edit 2: I've thought about this a lot since I wrote this post, and I think the take away for me is to always be prepared to interact with strangers when I'm home alone. If I had a shirt on, I wouldn't have felt vulnerable. If I had a shirt on, I would have felt confident enough to stand my ground. Lesson learned for me.<br><br>Edit 3: I think I need to stop apologizing for everything. I didn't do anything wrong, and I don't owe anyone anything. What I mean is, I didn't owe it to the UPS driver to talk to him or be friendly. I think I have a hard time accepting that, and that's something I need to work on.