Black Knight Rising

It's not so much we would engage in conversation. It's the way the perp would look me up and down. I could feel his predatory gaze any time I entered a room. He would put his hands on me not in a polite,  respectful manner but more provocatively. He would make comments about my body: he told me I had "a nice ass."

I finally asked a good friend for advice. She thought his actions were deplorable but not surprising. The perp had made inappropriate comments to other women, too. My friend encouraged me to tell the Black Knight.

He was not amused. So we devised a plan of attack. When the hour of confrontation arrived, the tall, imposing figure dressed in black confidently approached, his near waist length hair tied-back and temporarily tamed. I said, "This is the guy I was telling you about."

At that very moment, all three of us knew. The Black Knight stared down the enemy and replied, "Nice to meet you, sir, " in that deep, quiet, calm voice of his. The perp nervously responded, "Nice to meet you, too," skulking then scurrying away in a hurry.

Because the perp was still out there somewhere lurking and lusting, I decided to tell one of the women "in charge." She said something like, "I'm glad you two handled it privately. No need to make a big deal of it."

So much for feminism in practice. We all need to do better. Black Knights shouldn't have to rise to save us damsels in distress.