Most unsuccessful man whispering session happened when I was 19 and had missed the last bus back to my house from Morden Station.
I say missed. It was dark and the bus driver didn't see me in the bus stop and drove straight past me leaving me to take a 20 minute walk home alone along a fairly main road. I wasn't drunk (maybe a bit stoned), I'd been visiting my friends that evening.
Anyway this guy appeared from the shadows and started following me and insisted that he walk me home. He made me jump. He said that a pretty girl like me shouldn't be walking home in thr dark because there are so many weirdos about and you know what men are like.... Totally lacking any sort of self awareness
I tried to get him to leave quietly, told him that I didn't live far, that I live on a well lit main road, that I know the area, that my parents are awake and waiting for me. NOTHING I could say would put this man off and I had no choice but to let this dude walk with me, for 20 minutes all the way home.
I found out stuff about him, he was from Morocco, his trade was making rugs.. He was single (of course
). He wanted me to visit his rug shop, that Morocco is so beautiful and I should go with him. The longer I walked with him the creepier and creepier he became until I genuinely started to worry for my safety.
He kept asking me where I lived.. "not far now.." I kept saying "I live on this road" and I did. It was a very long, very main, well lit b-road. I started to suspect that this guy had sinister motives and I still think that I was right, because when I did actually say "this is my house, bye" he looked genuinely shocked and disappointed that I hadn't been lying to him, and that I did actually live on a main road.
Anyway, he STILL refused to leave me alone and when I told home he couldn't come in in many variations "My parents are home, and they're asleep.. You can't come in" and stood outside and INSISTED that I give him my phone number because he was "so nice man that I walked you home". I scribbled down any old rubbish (I didn't have a mobile at the time) and he fucked off.
I think I lucked out there. I've never been so scared before, but it was exhausting trying to be "nice" not rocking the boat because I didn't know if this guy was going to rage out or not, pretending to be relaxed and cool and not appear vulnerable. Saying "I'm not interested" in as many kind ways as possible and put the message across kindly.
It's ridiculous that I couldn't say "fuck off mate, stop following me, leave me alone" but the reality is that in that you do what you can to get yourself out of danger. And a lot of the time that is man whispering so they aren't given the opportunity to pounce.
Anyway, I say it was unsuccessful because I was very uncomfortable for 20 minutes and failed to at getting him to leave me alone. However nothing happened to me so... I guess it worked.
For the next two weeks I was concerned that the dude would show up outside my house, but he never did.