I took a crowded BART ride back home, as usual. This creepy drunk man sat next to me, and I was pretty much scared shitless. I got up prematurely so I could get away from him, but not feel like I was threatening him. He left at the same station as me, and as I was standing by the exit, I looked at him through a reflection and he was looking at me through the reflection too. CREEPY. I felt so dumb for making eye contact, thats the first thing you SHOULDN'T do. I think I saw him lean in and smell my hair too. WTF, I hope i was imagining that, but I was surely disgusted and scared.