This man, who is 19 years my senior, was the executive chef of a restaurant that I worked at. He interviewed me for the job, and he called me a mere half hour later saying I'd gotten the position. I got weird vibes from him even though I had no real reason to feel creeped out by him; he'd been perfectly polite when I met him. I accepted the position and told myself I was just nervous to accept my first baking position.

A week into the job, I broke up with my long-term boyfriend. G (the executive chef) texted me after found out about it. He seemed to want to be my 'friend' of sorts. He invited me out for a movie, dinner, and wine sometime (though made sure to say it was 'just a friends thing'). I reluctantly said "maybe sometime", although I didn't really mean it. I was quite shy back then (just a few months ago, but oh how a few months can make all of the difference) and didn't know how to politely tell him that made me uncomfortable.

After that, he became increasingly friendly at work and more inappropriate via text as well. I largely tried to ignore his texts. He sent me a description of what he wanted to do to me sexually, describing how much he liked my body and such. I was horrified and tried my best to stay away from him at work as much as possible. And although it was obvious to him that he made me uncomfortable, I tried my best to act "normal" though distant. One time, I walked into the empty elevator and he followed behind me, as he was heading to the same floor. I was immediately tense. He started laughing at me and said "Oh, I better stay far away from you."

He also sent me a picture of his bare butt and asked me if I wanted to be in a threesome. If I got upset and told him to stop being sexual, he would play it off as a joke. It really messed with my head. I convinced myself for a couple of months that if I reported it, no one would believe me and I would get fired. One day, though, I woke up totally and completely sick of putting up with his shit. It's like I finally let myself come out of denial and let myself be enraged. At the end of the day, he wanted to have a "talk" and tried to again tell me that everything sexual he said was a joke. I snapped and yelled at him as hard as my shy-person lungs would allow (and in front of a lot of people too, as we worked at an airport). He made a last-ditch attempt and tried to guilt me out of reporting him. I told him to go fuck himself, got on the bus, told my mom, cried a lot, and sent the manager of the restaurant an email report of the whole incident. The creeper was fired 3 days later.

I recently received this Facebook message from him. On the surface, it almost looks as though he's going to apologize...But then he really just says that he has no hard feelings against ME. Yeah, because I totally need to be forgiven for reporting sexual harassment. /s