O.O

What happened? All I can hear is how he molested you. I want details!

I've met many of the Dead Sea sellers and I usually get along with them because all I have to do is mention I'm Jewish and I've been to Israel and I already own all the product and then we're just BFF and it's all good. And they're always friendly and chatty and happy to meet someone who's been to their country, but they're always TOTALLY professional also and have never, ever, before tonight, MOLESTED ME.

We were getting off an escalator and their kiosk was right at the top, so there was no way to avoid them. And I tried to tell him that I already had it all and hope he'd just let us pass but instead he said, "let me see your hand" and I did and the next thing I know, he's massaging it, which...ok, was a little weird but he also works with lotions all day so I didn't think too much of it. And then he took my arm and tucked it under his and laced his fingers through mine and was actually holding my hand, like, romantically, and I was going..."uh..." And then he sees my star necklace, the pendant part hangs pretty much in my cleavage, not super way down, but still low enough, and he totally reached down and picked it up to admire it and then he started touching my face and THEN he put his hand on the back of my neck and it was SO FREAKING WEIRD and the whole time he's got my arm trapped under his and my hand still in his and my friend Becky's just standing there like, "crap...don't come near me, don't come near me, don't come near me!" And as I'm basically being held prisoner and he's molesting my neck he's asking, "Do you believe in love?"

WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY TO THAT!?

Wow.

I can't even think of anything more to say than that. -slow blink-

What the heck?

So... I have to confess that I kinda like getting random massages at the mall. I'll let the make-up girls put whatever they want on my face, it's relaxing. Same with hand creams and scrubs.

BUT... that is taking it TOO far. Even for a creepo like me who likes random mall employees touching me.

Ok, well, first of all, I am not a touchy feely person. I shun massages, even from friends. No touchy, please! So I'm a bad person to do this to even if he had just been trying to show me some creams or something. But aside from that, THERE WAS NO LOTION ON HIS HANDS! It's not like he was trying to demonstrate his product, he was just TOUCHING ME! Strangely and inappropriately! And then asking if I believe in love? The hell?

Dude, don't go traveling on the NY subways. I got molested so many times, I was used to it and came up with snappy comeback lines.

I abhor the NY subway system. So much that I now avoid public transportation of all kinds, everywhere. When I lived in NY and used the subway on a regular basis I was constantly getting, hit on, groped, molested and on one memorable occasion, stalked. All that despite my super tznius armor that was supposed to make me repellent to all men everywhere!


In fact....I remember being at a Shabbos table once, where we were discussing sexual harassment and rape and I expressed the opinion that women who dress a certain way are not, in fact, "asking for it" and that I dressed tzniusly and was still harassed and another woman at the table took that as an opportunity to attack my tznius, whereupon, I had to slap her.

No, I didn't, but I did say something pretty sharp and non-aidel and she's lucky I didn't slap her.

Anyway. Yes. NY subways suck a lot.

O.o dude. Why didn't you hit him? LOL. I would have hit him. Or at least shoved him away or been like "OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME!" in a loud and crazy voice that would have made him think that I was the psycho one despite the fact that the opposite was obviously the case heh. It's a technique I employ a lot on rush hour subways. "STOP TOUCHING MY BODY WITH YOUR BODY!!!" usually gets the weirdo pervs every time.

Several things were happening. First of all, I was in shock! I was standing there thinking, "Is this really happening? This is too weird to really be happening!" Secondly, as you know from our previous discussions, I am too nice for my own good. I couldn't even tell my subway stalker in NY to get the hell away from me. I'm polite! To my detriment, sometimes. Plus, I was already embarrassed, I didn't want to add to the embarrassment by making a bigger scene than he was already making.

These are LAME excuses and I know it. I should have been like, "STOP MOLESTING ME! NO MEANS NO!" but I didn't. Clearly I need assertive lessons.

Or maybe a brick in your purse. One whack with that and pervs are toast. Not that I'm advocating violence.

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Yes I am.

Maybe if you walked around wearing maxipads stuck to your clothing, or tampons hanging from your jean pockets, men would leave you alone.

I don't know, Jo. Some men have very, very, very weird turn ons.

yeah, you're right.

Unfortunately, with your luck, this'd just be a magnet for those freaks. ;-)