(October 16, 2011 at 8:14 am)Kayenneh Wrote: Now, true to my cultural heritage, I truly detest when people I don't know touch me. So I slid as far as I could on my seat, making sure that I didn't need to have any contact with him. To my horror he just came inch by inch closer to me and it ended in him stroking my leg and trying to grab onto it.
I get weird about touch also.
By the way, what stopped you from getting up and walking away to another side of the bus? One can stand in most circumstances.
Slave to the Patriarchy no more