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.

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

Oy. Yes, let's not.

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

Aw, I've never had cleavage! ...wait. That's probably just as well, huh.

That's hysterical, ChiKat.

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

I'm lucky to have missed this meeting. Uhg. I just had to deal with surreptitiously fishing out stuff I dropped. Left a pea in once at a formal dinner with people we were trying to impress once. Yick.

I really need to be working, but I feel the need to post one more thing.

P-C, you are absolutely a good guy. No doubt. And I think one of the hardest things to convey to nice guys is that the side of me that you see--flirty, playful, comfortable--is a result of feeling safe. The thing is, I only feel really safe when I'm around people I trust and love. Every guy, even if he seems incredibly cool and sweet, has to earn my trust before I'm going to relax like that around him. Sometimes that trust can be transferred (friend of a trusted friend, etc.), but it is never going to happen instanteously. So when things happen like the other day when a very nice older gentleman started up a conversation with me in line at Dunkin Donuts and tried to buy me coffee, I was not feeling safe or happy. What I was feeling was "Why the fuck is this guy talking to me, what does he want, what's his angle, and is he going to slip me something?" I know it's not "fair" to him that I instantly suspected him of ulterior motives, but this isn't a fair situation. It isn't fair that I have reason to be suspicious of strange men, either.

So when a guy in a mall starts looking at me, there is a part of me that is flattered. There is a bigger part, however, that is ready to fight back.

It's not that I'm scared all the time; it's just that I'm aware and ready to defend myself.