You know, if I was watching a woman approaching her car, and trying do work out when to jump her -- this might be when.

Now I'm entertaining myself with mental images of ita pouncing on people, flying out of nowhere like a ninja.

My parking garage beckons.

I have to say, though, that most of the major harassment issues I've had have been at social/public gatherings (parties, bars, etc) and have resulted in being felt up, pushed against a wall, and other general nastiness.

Walking through crowded spaces at game conventions (when I was regularly being sent to them by the game company I worked for) were the worst. I started refusing to leave the booth unless I had someone else walk with me.

I keep meaning to take Model Mugging

Heh. This sounds like a class on how to mug models.

"Distract them with cocaine, and then...YOINK!"

Be safe, shrift!

I started refusing to leave the booth unless I had someone else walk with me.

In college, if I was wearing a skirt, I'd have someone walk behind me at frat parties. I swear.

Now I'm entertaining myself with mental images of ita pouncing on people, flying out of nowhere like a ninja.

Huh. I was picturing ita-as-Sugar-Glider.

In college, if I was wearing a skirt, I'd have someone walk behind me

And let's not even talk about the "things being thrown into the cleavage" category.

I keep meaning to take Model Mugging

You could also take krav, you know.

I avoided frat parties like the plague, even though I spent a fair amount of (fruitless) time trying to get mugged in Montreal.

I'm better now.

One of the funniest things that ever happened to me was at an el stop by my office. I was headed up the stairs to the platform when a guy was coming down the stairs. He was looking off to his right and didn't see me at all. He reached over to his left to grab a bar a the bottom of the stairs and just happend to grab my left breast instead of the bar.

He pulled his hand away like he'd been bit by a snake, he turned around with huge eyes, obviously appalled by what he had just done, and stammered an apology. I told him it was no problem. Then, as soon as he was out of hearing range, I fell into hysterical giggles.

I wish I knew what play this was from, but once my acting teacher performed a sample monologue for us about a little girl learning that it felt good to rub up against something, an it to really captured the weird seaual yet non-secual vibe of childhood.

If this is the same monologue I'm thinking of, I think it's from the "Teenage Mouth" book of monologues.