I got up at eight this morning, wide awake even though I was up past three. I went to the coffeeshop and talked to the barista for a while. I’m still digesting last night’s experience and I’m not entirely sure how I feel yet. I ended up staying until the bar closed, so that I knew I had people to walk home with. There were seven of us, and I told them what had happened, and since Jennifer lives right across the park from me, she walked with me most of the way. It made me feel a lot safer. This morning, I ran into her again and she invited me to breakfast with her and a couple of her friends. A lot of positive connections came out of a relatively negative event, but I’m still feeling a bit shaken and angry, despite being in no real physical danger (at least not in the short term), and knowing who my allies are.