groping

I was at a big sparkly event and a guy in a suit groped me. I thought nothing of it. Later on that evening another guy ran his finger from the inside of my elbow, down to my hand, which he squeezed and released. Maybe he was on X. It's possible that lots of people ate pills to prep & felt extra affectionate that way. The place was sexy, clubby, the sort of a place where there was an equal amount of flashy testosterone as there was silicone.

Two gropers in one night!

Though it wasn't just the gropers that made me reflect about this occurrence. It was my own attitude, too. It was: The thinking nothing of it. The lighthearted reportage of it to my partner after we left.

I don't go to clubs much any more. I don't know if this is a casual situation that girls get groped and (some) guys grope because they know that it's a safe, er, noncommittal (puke) way to touch a girl. Maybe it is expected in a club. Because, honestly, what girl is going to react in a flash and make a big hysterical deal out of it? By the time it's done & over with, the groper's disappeared into the crowd, the girl is still processing if it really happened and maybe even -- similarly to me -- is entertaining an obscenely insane thought: Oh well, I guess that douchebag really, really liked me.

Here's the thing:
As my partner pointed out that quick and accidental seeming gropage is a really cowardly, aggressive thing to do.

I will add: If you are a groper , it also means that you have a very tiny dick.

It's as honourable as releasing a deadly fart in a classroom and making googly eyes at the person who smelled you out.


But it is also me -- the person who chooses to ignore or is scared to make a fuss that should learn to not put up with your sticky little-dick hands. I am not sure what the appropriate response is and how to activate it right away next time the gropage happens but I will do my best to at least announce loud & clear that you, dear groper, are a complete douchebag.