Man grabbing your ass on the tram
#1
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Man grabbing your ass on the tram
I would REALLY like to know what is a man grabbing my (or any other woman's) ass in a crowded bus thinking of?
Why does he touch my butt without being asked for???
All you who do it, explain that phenomenon to me.
thanks
alex
Why does he touch my butt without being asked for???
All you who do it, explain that phenomenon to me.
thanks
alex
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Alex,
I can't explain it, but I offer the following article by a very good travel writer on this very subject:
When You're Being Groped on the Bus, It's Not the Time for Ladylike Reserve
By SUSAN SPANO, Times Travel Writer
The complete article is available to read online at:
http://www.latimes.com/travel/trspan...000061831.html
Best wishes,
Rex
I can't explain it, but I offer the following article by a very good travel writer on this very subject:
When You're Being Groped on the Bus, It's Not the Time for Ladylike Reserve
By SUSAN SPANO, Times Travel Writer
The complete article is available to read online at:
http://www.latimes.com/travel/trspan...000061831.html
Best wishes,
Rex
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All this reminds me of the time my wife and I were crammed like sweaty sardines into a subway car during the Tokyo rush hour. A little Japanese fellow...about a foot shorter than my wife...was pasted up against her, toes to toes. She turned to me, and in a loud whisper, said, "You will never believe what this guy is doing." I, being completely and helplessly crammed up against her backside, cheek to cheek, said, "It's all in your mind." She said, "Like hell it is...it's all in my crotch!" She then found a use for her knee that she hadn't used in years. So, Alex, what did you do with YOUR knee? Or did you merely smile...?
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It's not only women who receive unwanted attention, sometimes it's the men too! Al's story made me smile when I remembered what happened to my husband years ago in Paris. We were on the Metro, also packed in like sardines, I had the last seat by the door with my husband standing next to me hanging on to the strap. At the next stop a couple young guys got on, had dyed and spiked hair, nose rings, leather etc. and were practically body to body with my husband (who doesn't look like he should be messed with - very New York/Italian). One guy, with his face about l0 inches from my husband's, blew him a kiss and winked at him and smiled at him the whole time. My husband just ignored him (and that took a lot of will power!) and I just about burst out laughing. I practically choked snorting. Afterwards, I think my husband was more irritated with me for my reaction than he was by the guy!!