Ok, so I just audblogged this, but it doesn’t seem to have gone through. I’m really… I don’t know, offended? I guess that’s the best word for it.
Now, let me preface this by saying, like you didn’t already know, I’m not a prude. I’m just about the most open and comfortable person, despite my weight, about my body parts. But tonight, I feel… violated.
I went to hear Ali’s band play again at the Honey Bee Hive here in San Diego (FYI: they’re playing tomorrow night at Scolari’s Office, if you’re in the area). Afterward, even though I was exhausted, I agreed to go hang out at the Second Wind to see the bartender and to spend more time with Ali since mikey and I are going away for the weekend.
I was getting a lot of action tonight. I don’t know why, other than I got three compliments on how I smelled (Victoria’s Secret Amber Romance, in case you were wondering). After last call, this guy with a ‘stache came up and started chatting us up. He said to me, “You’re really incredibly cute…” which to me translated to, “It’s last call and my last shot at pussy.”
So, we (Ali and I) were giving him shit about his mustache, saying that he HAD to be over 30 because no one over 30 has just a mustache. Then, he said, “Well, I’m a mortgage broker”, so I smiled and while I was kind of giving him a hard time, I was totally kidding and I patted him on the chest, saying, “Ah, you’re 33 and a mortgage guy, huh?” ha. ha. funny. funny. Totally JUST kidding, like it’s boring or whatever. I didn’t MEAN it…
He looks me dead in the eye and says, “How old are you?” I said, “Thirty.” He look at me, smiles, reaches over and totally grabs my left tit and says, “So, what do YOU do?”
I was in such shock, I kind of didn’t do anything. I sort of pulled away and laughed and said, “Whoa, that was really forward.”
He said, “I guess I better go now”, to which I agreed, “Yeah, you better.”
At the time, I tried to laugh it off, but I honestly feel… I don’t know… offended. Violated. Accosted.
Now, let me say, I’m pretty free with my tits. Kathy, Wendy, yvonne, anyone who knows me usually has grabbed them at one point or another. But for some stranger… some BAR guy… some person who isn’t him to grab me like that… it’s just… I don’t know. I’m pissed off.
I hear and see girls who bitch and carry on about sexual harrassment all the time, about being hit on, blah blah blah. I usually laugh at them and think, “shut UP, it’s not that big of deal.” But you know? It kind of is. It made me feel cheap and I am not cheap.
So, riddle me this? Do I have a right to feel violated? Or am I just being a whiney bitch?
