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Boku no Sexual Harrassment
Nov. 2nd, 2003 11:20 amSo I went dancing with friends last night (You may remember me mentioning this event last Saturday as the reason for my inauspicious shopping trip). Anyway, all was good, and I had a blast - other than one small incident, that is.
There I am, dancing, enjoying myself, when suddenly, some random guy decides to basically wrap himself around me. Er. Ok, that's fine. I may not get out much, but I'm not panicking yet. Dancing, dancing... then, his hand plants itself on my boobs, and he proceeds to try and stuff his tongue down my throat. And suddenly, things cease to be fine. I just want to get the hell away from him, but I also don't want to make a scene (damn my polite upbringing to hell!)
So then, I quickly locate my friend one of my friends on the dancefloor, and try to send her a telepathic SOS (also mouthing "Help Me!", in case my telepathic powers don't pan out ;-). Lucky for me, she gets the message, and makes her way over. I couldn't hear exactly what she said to the guy that got him to leave, but I can guess, since the solution entailed her pretending to be my girlfriend for the rest of the night (her real girlfriend found it hillarious, btw).
All through this, I think my brain went into overload, because all I could think of at the time was that this seemed like more than one mediocre yaoi fanfic I've read. You know the type: Innocent young uke goes to a nightclub and gets harrassed by a predatory type, only to be rescued by the seme, who turns out to be the love of his life. Except, in my case, I'm a girl (duh!), and I got rescued by my non-single friend.
In retrospect, the whole scene is kind of funny, but it was really unnerving at the time. I can't help but wonder if anyone would have the same reaction, or if it was just me. And good Lord, do I feel like such a damsel in distress!
There I am, dancing, enjoying myself, when suddenly, some random guy decides to basically wrap himself around me. Er. Ok, that's fine. I may not get out much, but I'm not panicking yet. Dancing, dancing... then, his hand plants itself on my boobs, and he proceeds to try and stuff his tongue down my throat. And suddenly, things cease to be fine. I just want to get the hell away from him, but I also don't want to make a scene (damn my polite upbringing to hell!)
So then, I quickly locate my friend one of my friends on the dancefloor, and try to send her a telepathic SOS (also mouthing "Help Me!", in case my telepathic powers don't pan out ;-). Lucky for me, she gets the message, and makes her way over. I couldn't hear exactly what she said to the guy that got him to leave, but I can guess, since the solution entailed her pretending to be my girlfriend for the rest of the night (her real girlfriend found it hillarious, btw).
All through this, I think my brain went into overload, because all I could think of at the time was that this seemed like more than one mediocre yaoi fanfic I've read. You know the type: Innocent young uke goes to a nightclub and gets harrassed by a predatory type, only to be rescued by the seme, who turns out to be the love of his life. Except, in my case, I'm a girl (duh!), and I got rescued by my non-single friend.
In retrospect, the whole scene is kind of funny, but it was really unnerving at the time. I can't help but wonder if anyone would have the same reaction, or if it was just me. And good Lord, do I feel like such a damsel in distress!
