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We finally had our much-anticipated Prisoner party last night. Measured in terms of actual viewing time, it wasn't terribly successful--we only managed to get through one episode in the five hours we were there--but the lack of viewing was mostly due to our reluctance to interrupt our conversation to watch television, so on the whole I'd say the night went pretty well. And the remaining episodes give us an excuse to hold Prisoner Party II (and III and IV and V).

I've begun to realize just how freaky Toronto can be at 3am. As I was walking home last night, I had not one, but two men attempt to pick me up. The first followed me for several blocks, yelling to attract my attention (and failing miserably because I had no idea he was talking to me since I didn't know him) before he finally caught me. He at least went away quietly when I said I wasn't interested. The second one was much more persistent, and spent a good ten minutes walking along Bloor with me, trying to convince me that he was a really good guy and that I ought to give him a chance. This sort of thing is getting to be a recurring theme when I'm out late at night alone. Not scary--usually--but rather irritating when they won't take no for an answer. And something that never happened before this year.

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Hmm, I don't know. You could be right. I've heard a couple of stories lately from women who have been assaulted on the street. Not sexually assaulted, just hit or shoved (nearly into traffic) by men who were apparently mentally ill. Of course, those attacks are over so quickly I'm not sure most personal protection devices would do any good. But there are, as you say, the more persistent guys.