When I was 16 I was on the bus, reading and with headphones on. A random grown up man wouldn’t stop talking to me and pestered me to give him my number. I felt pressured and gave him a fake number and then he said I was racist for not wanting to give him my real number (he wasn’t white). And for the longest time I believed him that I was in fact racially biased and felt bad, and only after a while realized I was just a teenage girl being pestered by an adult man and reacted naturally.