Or: “WTF was this guy thinking?”
Setting: relaxed medium-sized party, mostly friends of my husband
99% of the party is chill, sitting around on the balcony having a few beers, fun but mellow.
Red Flag #1: Dude, who is a friend of a friend of the party host (my husband’s best friend), spends the evening trying to pick up the host’s two bull terriers, despite their very clear dislike of being man-handled.
Slightly off-topic Red Flag #2: Dude’s girlfriend (having heard me mention being Jewish to someone else), spends 10 minutes telling me about how much her extended family “doesn’t like Jews”…
Event: Late in the evening, everyone’s mildly buzzed but no one behaving as though they are outrageously drunk or anything. I’m standing toward one end of the balcony talking to Dude, Dude’s GF and a few others, my husband is no more than 10 feet away talking to the guy who brought Dude to the party.
Dude started in as if to hug me, which seems weird, but I don’t immediately reject the hug. Except, the hug suddenly turns into something else. He grabs me around the waist with one hand and puts his other hand on my thigh, starting to lift me upside down.
Did I mention this a few feet from the edge of a balcony, with a twenty-foot drop? He’s a 6-foot-plus guy, I’m a 5’3’" woman.
As soon as he grabbed my thigh and started to lift me, I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed, hard, and said, very loud, “No!”
He keeps lifting me, I push harder, and repeatedly say, in a louder voice, “No! No! No! Stop! What are you doing? Stop!” (I shouted “no” more than five times). My pressure on his shoulder means he stops lifting me up, but doesn’t let go.
After about fifteen seconds, my husband and Dude’s friend realize that something weird is going down and come over. Dude’s friend more or less pulls him away, he’s babbling something like “I just wanted to swing her around! I didn’t mean anything by it!”
My husband is a big guy, but not into being Alpha Male Guy, so he checks that I’m ok, I tell him I am but that I’m going downstairs (we were staying the night). As I leave, I hear Dude and my husband “having words” – Dude insisting that he didn’t know what my “problem” was, husband saying “You don’t touch my wife like that!” etc.
I went downstairs until the party was over.
Aftermath: my husband was very upset. He emphasized that he was not mad at me, but he really doesn’t like having to “gorilla out” like that, as he says, and is annoyed because the night is ruined.
Intellectually, I know he’s not mad at me, but it takes really, almost physical effort for me not to apologize to my husband (what for?).
I was shaken – I was genuinely afraid, I didn’t know what this guy was doing, I’ve been ‘manhandled’ like this several times in my life, and it’s just gross and unfun, and if this guy had wanted to, he could have even held me over the edge of the balcony. And I was angry. I couldn’t have been clearer about my own feelings, I’m never shy about saying “no!” or “don’t do that please”* but I still felt like shit, and like, somehow, I might be seen as being “hysterical” by my husband’s friends.
*As a small woman, sometimes people think it’s ‘super-cute’ and ‘fun’ to lift me up and swing me around without asking first. This is not cool! I have had to ask people to put me down so many times – as an adult!
After-aftermath: Dude’s friend apologized the next day to my husband, though not to me directly (but we aren’t FB friends nor does he have my phone #). The weirdest part was Friend said that Dude has ‘done this sort of thing all the time’ but that I was ‘the first person who ever objected’. WTF?
So, sorry for the novel, but I guess I just want some outside views on what happened.
A) anyone else have a similar experience? are my feelings about this irrational? were my actions reasonable?
B) Why did I feel such an urge to apologize to my husband?
C) Is there any way that literally no one has every objected to this guy’s behavior before?
PSA: Don’t lift, pick up, swing around small adults without asking! Thanks.