At an AA meeting of all places. I’m on probation right now, long story, but one of my requirements is that I attend a few meetings a week and normally they’re no big deal. A bit repetitive maybe, but harmless. But today I’m pretty sure I was molested by the middle-aged yuppie type sitting next to me. “Pretty sure?” I can hear you asking. As in, like, wouldn’t you know if you were molested without having to qualify it? Trust me, I’ve been asking myself the same thing for a couple hours now with the end result heavily leaning toward ‘pretty sure’.
I showed up about 10 minutes early. The meeting room is rather large, with chairs and tables in the center and church-pew type benches around the walls. I sat in a bench towards the back and there was one other guy sitting there, each of us at opposite ends with the entire middle of the bench open. About 1 minute before the meeting started a guy sitting across the room moved over and sat beside me. Not in the center of the bench but actually beside me–maybe six inches between us. No biggie, I can handle that. But then, he rests his elbow along the back of the bench so that the edge of his hand kept grazing the side of my breast. At first, I thought it was my hair which is fairly long just tickling me, that’s how light of a pressure it was. But then I realized it’s this guys hand so I crunch over the 1 or 2 inches I still had until I was as far up against the side of the bench as humanly possible. But he kept doing it. Subtle, and not gropey, but there was definitely contact being made to the point where I couldn’t believe it wasn’t being done intentionally. Then, just when I was about to finally say something, he pulled his arm back down onto his lap. Whew, maybe I was just imagining it, I told myself…
But no, a couple minutes later his hand goes onto the bench between us and it’s the same little game with him just barely grazing up against my ass/hip. Nothing blatant enough to qualify as a stroke, but still WTF? Can this guy seriously be getting anything out of this? Again, I’m trying to think of something firm yet non-crazy to say to this guy (after all, this little voice in my head keeps insisting, maybe he’s really not doing it on purpose–it’s so pathetic) he backs off again. A minute later he’s leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and I realize he’s trying to look up my damn skirt! That was it–I forgot about trying to be polite and I just up and walked over to the bathroom. He was gone when I came back out and I didn’t see him come back in or outside after the meeting.
It’s silly, but I’d almost rather the dude had outright hooted my nipple or something, so that I could vanquish this little “well, maybe you’re wrong…” refrain that keeps echoing in my head. And really, what was the harm? But then I think about how outright, well, just RUDE it was and I get a bit indignant all over again.
So, any opinions? Was this guy definitely a creep? Anyone care to validate my annoyance here?