I was walking home by myself one night. Not smart, but I do it. A strange man approached me and began a conversation. When he grabbed the hem of my dress I knew he wan't anyone I wanted to deal with. I kept him in front of me and swore like five fraternity boys. He raped someone else that night.
I'm putting extra locks on my doors, because like every woman who lives alone I'm a wee bit paranoid that some weirdo will get into my house some noight, like those kids with the machete. I'd have to carry a gun with me all the time, to be protected, or have one in every room. Having a gun by my bed will not help me if I'm in the kitchen when some weirdo breaks in.