What's in your swimbag - deckbag?

The town I live in is small with very little crime, but I still try to be aware of my surroundings. One evening, a year or so ago, after swimming, my sixth sense tells me there is someone following me to the parking lot beside the Y. That felt very odd because when I had stepped out of the building I had looked in both directions and there had been no one around. I looked back over my shoulder and there was a man following me. I didn't recognize him as someone I had ever seen at the Y, and he didn't look to be a member. I walked a bit faster and he walked a bit faster. When I got to the parking lot I was relieved to see a couple of other members standing at their cars in a far corner chatting, they were pretty far away though. Thinking back on it, I probably should have walked to them. By this time I had mannaged to put my keys in my fist/through my fingers with my thumb on the 'panic' button of my remote door openner. To get to my car I had to angle into the parking lot slightly and cut between two cars. I was hoping the man would go straight, keeping on the sidewalk, but he didn't. At that point I was one or two steps between the two cars I had to cut between. Thankfully I wasn't boxed in, but was afraid that if I 'stopped' to get into the car he would be able to catch up with me. I decided I should try to get back into the building, so I stopped, turned around, squared my shoulders and looked the man straight in the eyes. He stopped too, had a very stunned look on his face as he noticed the keys in my fist. I had to walk straight toward him to get past him and he didn't move an inch from where he was standing. He was probably thinking this chick is CRAZY. As I got to the sidewalk I glanced back over my shoulder to see where he was. He was walking between the two cars I had to cut between, then he turned around and headed back in my direction. I jogged the rest of the way back to the entrance. When I got inside and looked out, the man was gone. My wet bathing suit and my keys were all I had with me that day. What the heck did he have in mind.

The town I live in is small with very little crime, but I still try to be aware of my surroundings. One evening, a year or so ago, after swimming, my sixth sense tells me there is someone following me to the parking lot beside the Y. That felt very odd because when I had stepped out of the building I had looked in both directions and there had been no one around. I looked back over my shoulder and there was a man following me. I didn't recognize him as someone I had ever seen at the Y, and he didn't look to be a member. I walked a bit faster and he walked a bit faster. When I got to the parking lot I was relieved to see a couple of other members standing at their cars in a far corner chatting, they were pretty far away though. Thinking back on it, I probably should have walked to them. By this time I had mannaged to put my keys in my fist/through my fingers with my thumb on the 'panic' button of my remote door openner. To get to my car I had to angle into the parking lot slightly and cut between two cars. I was hoping the man would go straight, keeping on the sidewalk, but he didn't. At that point I was one or two steps between the two cars I had to cut between. Thankfully I wasn't boxed in, but was afraid that if I 'stopped' to get into the car he would be able to catch up with me. I decided I should try to get back into the building, so I stopped, turned around, squared my shoulders and looked the man straight in the eyes. He stopped too, had a very stunned look on his face as he noticed the keys in my fist. I had to walk straight toward him to get past him and he didn't move an inch from where he was standing. He was probably thinking this chick is CRAZY. As I got to the sidewalk I glanced back over my shoulder to see where he was. He was walking between the two cars I had to cut between, then he turned around and headed back in my direction. I jogged the rest of the way back to the entrance. When I got inside and looked out, the man was gone. My wet bathing suit and my keys were all I had with me that day. What the heck did he have in mind.