I met this man on a particularly frustrating day. I had had back-to-back lectures from 8 am until 6 pm and the lecturers decided that it was the best day to dump assignments, term papers and everything else on our heads. I was also asked to re-do an essay I had already done 3 excruciating times. I was genuinely done with the day and I just needed the world to pause. Just for a second.
Seeing as I lacked the power to stop the world, I decided food was the next best option. With the frustration heavy on my shoulders, I walked into Chicken Republic (their food almost always banged), ordered my rice and chicken and exhaled a little when the smell hit my nose. I could feel the tightness in my shoulders loosen a bit. As I took my bag of food, thanked the server and walked out the door, ready to trek back to my house under the hot sun, I was stopped by a man who decided that that was the perfect time to strike up a conversation with me. He was short and plump with cheeks that shone when he smiled.
Under the boiling sun, I stared down at this man with deep contempt as he attempted to make me laugh and join him in this one-sided conversation he was having with himself. I just stood there wishing he would hurry up and leave me alone. In the end, I reluctantly gave him my number just so I could leave. I had, had enough for the day.
Looking back, that was probably not the best idea because he would bombard me with messages constantly. About 3 months later after I had unsuccessfully curved this man at EVERY interval, I grudgingly agreed to go see him. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. We met up at a restaurant. He was polite, bought me food and I found myself enjoying the conversation. This is why, when he asked if I wanted to come over, I agreed. So we moved the conversation to his house. We were relaxing, drinking, and hours had gone by. I was still astounded that this man that had filled me with deep disgust at first was extremely entertaining. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover I thought to myself.
We were laughing and talking like we had known each other for years instead of a measly 3 months (even though I had spent most of the 3 months LARGELY ignoring him). A few hours after getting to his house, after all my guards had come down and I had relaxed COMPLETELY, this man started showing his true intentions. It started with light touches. Him laughing and letting his hand fall on my shoulder or arm, me glancing at said arm but deciding to ignore it. Until he placed his large, palm firmly on my thigh. Like he owned it. Like that was the exact place it was meant to be.
I picked up that hand and tossed it back at him. He reached out again with increased audacity and tried to grab my boobs but again, I threw his arm away. As I made a move to stand up, he launched himself at me and tried to hold me down but I was physically bigger than him. So I pushed him off of me and immediately stood up, prepping to leave. Before I could, he got up from where he had fallen, pulled his trousers down and brought out his dick.
“See, look what you did…you made me hard”
I stared at him with complete and utter disgust! I had NEVER been so revolted in my entire life. Before I could even begin to collect my thoughts? This man still jerked towards me, grabbed me by my wrist and tried to pull my arm towards his penis. With full force, I bent my hand towards his wrist, twisted our arms and pulled his hand to my teeth. Then proceeded to bite down…hard. He screamed loudly and jerked away. I grabbed my bag from the couch and made a beeline for the door but he intercepted me halfway and then said.
“If you don’t want to touch me, that’s fine but let me jerk off on your boobs.”
I paused and stared at this man with pure shock. Not because of what he said, I am aware some men are born with audacity tattooed on their tongues, but because this man really look me finish, head to toe, still open en mouth, talk that kin tin. I was confused. Did he genuinely think I would agree to his proposition?
I gave him the nastiest look I could make and said,
“If you don’t get out of my way, I will bite off that poor excuse of a prick and scream so loud ALL your neighbours will come out”
This man, with his dick still out, looked at me like I had denied him his right, then swaggered towards his left, away from the door. I didn’t wait, think or process really, I just raced out the door and never looked back. Once I got myself to safety, I blocked him and never heard from him again.