Another 2nd date, another borderline sexual assault.
I’m probably exaggerating. Or internalizing the norms of the patriarchy. But I was uncomfortable.
So the date ends with what I thought was an obvious kicking out and my texting some friends “um, this just happened, no way I’m talking to that guy again.”
And I don’t, until a few days later when he asks me out again.
I muster up all the assertiveness my little introverted brain has and respond: “Actually, I felt really uncomfortable with you and the way you treated me the other night and it’s best if we don’t see each other again.”
Yes it was just a text, I didn’t have to say this face to face, but I still was super proud to stand up for myself and not just ignore him or make up an excuse.
“No worries! Good luck :)”