While riding the Red line towards Shady Grove, a man gets on at Rhode Island Ave and sits next to me. Right away I notice this is odd, because there are PLENTY of empty seats in the car. I have my book out and am clearly reading, but he starts making small talk. The usual questions: “How are you today?” “How old are you?” “Do you have a boyfriend?” “What station are you getting off at?” I’m a fairly passive person so I give brief answers, but then turn my attention back to my book. At one point he puts his hands in his lap, and the next thing I know the tips of his finger are on my thigh. I stupidly give him the benefit of the doubt, but sure enough, his hand creeps farther over. I pull my leg away and scoot as close to the wall as I can, and as soon as the train stops again I jump up and change trains.
To this day I am still INFURIATED that this man thinks he has the right to touch me; I’m also mad that I let him get away with it.
Submitted by Anonymous
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