Last night I met up with a friend who is in town for a few days due to work training. There were six of us altogether, and the odd one out was this girl my friend invited from his training class. Which is very nice of him, but........... This chick would not shut up.
She yelled her conversation in your face.
She would not stop touching me.
Let's have a little chat about people:
I am very touchy and close with people I know and like. I enjoy being close with people. Hugs, hand holds, whatever. And this also can be for people whom I've just met- if I like you right away, you can just feel the comfort level. And gay men. Sorry straights- gay men get a pass. Plus they also get a free feel of booty or boob. It just is. I cannot explain this to you- you get it or you don't- gay men can touch and it's fun. Not creepy, not sexy, just fun.
But if I don't like you-hello! Don't touch! Get out of my space!
This chick was one of those people who just don't take hints very well. And I did feel bad for her- she's out with people she doesn't know, in a strange city. But for love of Pete! When I first sat down at dinner one of the other people started a conversation with me, and she interrupted in a very loud way. Took me by surprise. As the evening progressed, everyone kept edging away from her, she kept grabbing my arm and hitting me and jumping in my space, and I kept turning my body away (hello), looking away, talking to other people.....
We go dancing, and everyone is having a good time- but any time a few of us would dance close, she would squeal (not kidding) and run over to us, and start grinding and rubbing her ass on whoever was on the outside. I could not keep a straight face whenever she was on me. I would stop dancing, laugh, put my hands up like 'stop', and I'm sure my face said "what the hell do I do?"
I don't even know how to end this- I could go on forever about being uncomfortable! I did feel bad for her. But the few times I caught D's eye, whew we busted up laughing.
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