Time: 3pm
Date: Friday 25 February 2011
Outfit: Knee-length skirt and shirt
Place: In the office
You would think that sex-pests might reserve their special behaviour for leisure-time - apparently not. I'm walking through the office, laptop in arm, making my way back to my desk, post-meeting. A man literally springs up in front of me. I have no idea who he is. "Don't worry", he says "I'll go to your desk". Before I have time to react, he's following me. I'm frantically scanning my mental records to try and place him ... did we go to a social together? Is he the IT technician? "I'm Sam", he declares proudly, "I joined 6 weeks ago, I used to be an athlete. Track and field." "Umhmm" "Yeah. I have this weird thing with my hamstrings - LOOK." He is wearing pretty tight chinos and props his leg up on a stool to show me his tensed muscles. The material twitches as he performs his party trick. It occurs to me how odd this looks, the new guy in the office, apparently putting his crotch in my face."Um, yeah...that's...weird. Cool! So anyway, was good to meet you, Sam. I'd better get on...". The pride shines from his face as he retreats. I have a feeling this won't be the last time that this new guy asks 'Your desk or mine?'
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Baking tray my ass...
Time: 2am
Date: 25 February 2011
Outfit: Cocktail dresses, with coats on
Place: On the N2 bus, London
Returning from a night out, we're on the night bus and are almost home. I'm carrying a big bag of stuff, left over from staying over at a friends, and in my bag I've got some baking trays - not exactly practical!
Anyway, we dinged the bell because we were coming up to our stop and get ourselves down from the top deck so that we're ready to get off. There are some other guys getting off at the same time, but we don't really notice them because we're chatting and laughing about the night we've had.
As the bus stops and we go to get off, one of the men (a youngish guy, about 25) moves in between me and my friend, and I see him very obviously reach over, lift up her skirt and grab and pinch her ass as she steps off the bus. My instinctive reaction is disgust and I swing my bag forward, wacking him in the ass with my baking trays while saying "don't do that to my friend!"
He looks around, surprised, as my friends drag me away - worried about the chances of me beating this guy over the head with my trays. But is it really ok to grab a girl's ass getting of the bus? She definitely didn't ask for that!
Date: 25 February 2011
Outfit: Cocktail dresses, with coats on
Place: On the N2 bus, London
Returning from a night out, we're on the night bus and are almost home. I'm carrying a big bag of stuff, left over from staying over at a friends, and in my bag I've got some baking trays - not exactly practical!
Anyway, we dinged the bell because we were coming up to our stop and get ourselves down from the top deck so that we're ready to get off. There are some other guys getting off at the same time, but we don't really notice them because we're chatting and laughing about the night we've had.
As the bus stops and we go to get off, one of the men (a youngish guy, about 25) moves in between me and my friend, and I see him very obviously reach over, lift up her skirt and grab and pinch her ass as she steps off the bus. My instinctive reaction is disgust and I swing my bag forward, wacking him in the ass with my baking trays while saying "don't do that to my friend!"
He looks around, surprised, as my friends drag me away - worried about the chances of me beating this guy over the head with my trays. But is it really ok to grab a girl's ass getting of the bus? She definitely didn't ask for that!
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