Harvey Weinstein and the Imaginary Boyfriend

BY LINDSAY ZOLADZ

Since I was 18 years old, I’ve had a fake boyfriend named Scott.

I was on my way to his apartment late one night about four years ago when a drunken stranger lunged at me on the street. “Beautiful!” he slurred. “Can I come home with you? Please let me come home with you.” I evaded his grasp (easily, because he could barely stand), though I’m amazed I was able to move at all since my entire body was trembling. “I’m on my way to my boyfriend’s house!” I yelled at him. “Scott’s!”

In truth, I was standing just across the street from my apartment and my roommate was out of town. I knew I couldn’t go home right then, because then this man would know where I lived, so I walked in a long loop around my neighborhood for about 10 minutes. He followed me for several blocks—almost every woman I know has adapted a sixth sense for knowing when they’re being followed—and when I was sure I had lost him, I went home alone. I locked every door and window. I checked twice.

I mentioned Scott once in a supermarket. I’d been picking up a few things on my way home from the gym, and I had noticed that a shifty man seemed to be following me around the store. He finally approached me in the frozen-food aisle. He asked my name, gave me an uncomfortable compliment about my yoga pants, and asked me out. I found him creepy but, for some reason, worried about offending him. Enter Scott. “Ah, sorry, I’m seeing someone,” I said. I wasn’t, but I didn’t feel like letting him know that. He didn’t ask my boyfriend’s name, but of course, if he had, I would have had it on the tip of my tongue.


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