Inappropiate Touching

I had two incidences of inappropiate touching today, so I had to share them with you all.

I was at the gym doing the bench press. For those who don't know, the bench press works your chest. I had just finished a set and I saw in the mirror that a guy I always say hello to was looking at me. I turned around and said, "Hello" and he in turned shouted, "Hi." I turned back to resume my workout, but before I could pick up the weights a hand shot around my body to grab the left side of my chest. I don't know if breast is the correct name for that area on a man, but that is what the man I said 'Hello' to was holding. He let go quickly and said, "Ah, very good." Part of me wanted to punch him in the face and part of me wanted to say, "And I wasn't even flexing." The middle ground won out, and I just said thanks and ignored him the rest of my workout.

There's a chubby fellow that works out every day at the same time as me. He is about my age and he looks like a big baby. He always stares at me, so today when I was leaving I said bye and smiled to him. I left the gym and I heard a noise behind me as I walked away. The guy was running after me. He caught me and gave me an after dinner mint. I said thank you and I smiled a lot because I kept telling myself that a gigantic baby just gave me candy.

The second inappropiate touching came at school. We are talking about clothes in one of my classes. I was wearing two shirts today, so a student wanted to know what my undershirt was called. He ran up to me in front of class, pointed to the undershirt, and asked, "What's this?" Before I could answer, he pointed to the area between his legs and said, "What's this?" I said, "Ask your mother." Asking me what the English word for his penis was must have energized him, because he went on a rampage trying to grab mine. Chaos ensued. All the students got out of their chairs and pillaged my teachers' box. Half the class was drawing on the board with markers, two students were stamping their books with a stamp use when the kids are good, and I was occupied with the little perv. I don't know how I reinstated order, because I'm pretty sure I blacked out. I have a recollection of me yelling, the perv touching my butt, and body slamming that kid into his chair.

It was an odd day.