You can't make this shit up

I don't know what better to call this post than that. I was hesitant to blog about this because it was just so crazy. I felt like I'd be judged/criticized for my handling. I felt that I did something wrong. I felt that you, my readers, would probably not believe me because I do have some of the strangest instances with men. You may begin to think I'm some adonis, and I'm far from that. I'm at the point where I just need to get it off my chest since it has been in my mind a couple days.

This happened Wednesday night. Unwanted attention. I go to the mall after work to hang out before class and browse. I go to one of the huge malls in the area. I go into all the teen/young adult stores (Journeys, PacSun, Abercrombie, Banana Republic, etc.). There is this older latino guy following me, probably in his mid 40s, and he is not cute. He is probably 5'5'', 5'6'', dark brown hair, sort of slicked back, in spikes. He had a bad acne problem. There was also something going on with his face. He had a 2 tone face- 1 side had dark red spots, then the other was abnormally white. Drugs? Skin problem? I don't know. I notice he is following me into some stores. He goes in, hangs around at the front if I'm at the back, etc. etc. I didn't think much of it, because hey, everyone stares from time to time. He didn't go into all the same stores I did. Sometimes as I was walking out, he'd be walking in the same direction as me. I rationalized it that he just happened to be leaving another store because it was a mall and stores are right next to each other.

I come out of Banana Republic and go into Calvin Klein. I notice at this time he had been going in an opposite direction and coming back toward me. Awkward much? Still, I go into CK and he makes his way back to the clearance where I am. He asks me the most random question, "where do you get your eyebrows done?" I tell him. He asked where it was, for the address, and if I had a phone number. I just said I didn't, but I gave him the name of the place. He needed help up there let me just say. His weren't a mess, but sure, he could use something. Actually, if my eyebrows weren't so large I'd leave them be. Anyways, I don't see anything in clearance, so I go over to the $19.99 CK sweaters. I am looking at those, and I'm up against the display standing. There is a good 3 feet or so where other people, including him can get by. My body is turned in at the display, but this guy, as I see him coming toward me reaches up, puts his arms on my shoulders, and falls into me. I support and hold him up with my weight. I am confused at this time. Why? There was plenty of space to go around. This dude asks me if anyone has ever told me that I'm hot before, and then proceeds to grab my package. I push him away. Before I know it this guy is turned around with his ass up against my dick, grinding up on me. YES. GRINDING. I push him away again and walk out of the store as quickly as I could. I was already stunned. In a mall. So out in the open. So bold. That's all that went through my mind. He must be on drugs is all that I thought.

I make my exit as quick as I could from CK. I pop into JC Penney to use the bathroom before I take off. I walk quickly and don't think anything of it. I go into the bathroom, pull out my equipment, and shortly after he comes in. He makes no effort to restrain himself. He peers over the divider between the urinals and looks at my dick. I continue to piss. He backs up, reaches over, and grabs my penis. Yes. He does. I am at the point of feeling really uncomfortable and violated. I am weirded out. He looks so old in my opinion by this time, really long, wrinkly hands, he has long fingernails (which could be possible coke use), and a black fingernail possibly from a bruise. I am nervous, scared, uncomfortable, and offended. I am on the verge of shutting down. He just grabbed my dick. Where has his hand been? What does he have? I immediately start pushing him. I push him 2-3 times with my arm toward the wall and keep repeating to him "FUCK YOU." He keeps trying to make advances and push me back, so I don't know why, but I slapped his dick. He was long and uncut. I was so weirded out, then weirded out with myself that I touched his thing.

I exit the bathroom as quickly as I can. I don't even bother to zip up my pants. I'm busy pulling up my underwear and zipping up as I walk out. I walk as quick as I can back through the mall to the food court to go to my car. He might have followed me, I don't know. He didn't end up at Subway, which was where I ate for dinner. I was a little weirded out I kind of let my guard down. I guess it was understandable and I was about to shut down. I went to Subway and I use a wet paper towel to wipe my dick down just for my sake. Who knows where his hand was, how many guys he'd done that with, how many that day, etc. etc. etc. I wash my hands thoroughly, too. I am cutting it really close between leaving the mall, eating, and getting to school. I thought about not going to class. I decided I have to go, not just because the professor is such an ass about being late or absent, but I have had bigger obstacles thrown at me, and as always I just put a smile on my face, hide the problem, and head to school.

I had 4 1/2 hours to sit in class and stew over whether or not I did the right thing. I called/texted The Guy, and he was busy, and it was late, so most of my east coast blogger buddies were in bed, or I presumed. I didn't know who to call. I decided to give it a shot, and to call a blog reader. I want to take a moment to thank reader Bruce for talking to me and assuring me I did the right thing. I really was hesitant as to who to call, it was late, but I figured maybe he would be up. I'm so glad and thankful that you took the time to listen to me and reassure me I did the right thing. I just needed that affirmation I did the right thing immediately to put my mind to rest. Thanks Bruce!