Annoyed.
2002-11-24 at 8:06 p.m.

 

I'm angry with a 2 friends of mine. I hate that.

Picture the scene. In the pub Friday night, and one of the men is leaving. He's pretty well known for being a perv and people seem to put up with it for some reason that is very far beyond me. He comes over and says goodnight to me and strokes my arm. 'Ok', I think, 'I'll let that pass'. Then he starts stroking my hair and telling me how lovely it is. My hair is very long and this stroking of me was making me very uncomfortable (this is not the first instance of him grabbing hold of bits of me). I pull my head away and say 'Right, ok then. Goodnight.'

He leaves. And I make some flippant comment about it to my other friend who tells me to calm down.

Calm fucking down???

Bollocks to that.

It's my body, my hair, my personal space. He was groping me. This is bad. This makes me angry. That's my prerogative. How dare my friend tell me to calm down. If I feel invaded, then I feel invaded, surely. I wasn't unpleasant about it, as I wanted to be. I was hurt. I really like and respect, nay love, my friend, yet he treated something that made me really uncomfortable like it was something I should put up with so as not to upset this other perving friend. Huh?

Sometimes I just get so confused.