Excerpt.
This is an excerpt (read: rant) taken from my paper journal, written last night. It may seem harsh, and I am not this mean, normally. Not directed solely at Nate, but to all the guys I meet that seem unable to keep their hands to themselves:
"I know I should be honest with Nate, but as Audrey said, 'it's a whole lot easier said than done'. Something about him is just off-- he touches me too often. That is my biggest, biggest pet peeve, a strange man touching me in a familar manner.
"I'm sorry, hi. This body is MINE. Please do not touch it unless I give you a signal or a sign. I did not give you a sign. Do not attempt to touch me as if we are familiar with one another, because we are NOT. You are not my friend; you are just barely an acquaintance. Don't ever presume to put your hands on my person merely because you like me, because you find me attractive. That is selfish and it enrages me. Don't say 'I'm just a touchy person', because that is not an excuse or a reason... I am not a 'touchy' person, and you should not force me out of my comfort zone in a manner that I despise. You are taking liberties that are not yours to take.
"Bottom Line: Do not touch me because it makes me feel like going postal. A touch implies fondness and comraderie and mutual affection... you do not have these with me. Don't try to convince yourself you do.
Don't: hug me, pat my back, put your arm around me, tug my hair, chuck under my chin, pretend to look at my ring so you can hold my hand, give me a high five and try to turn it into a handhold, touch my cheek, rub my shoulders or pat my knee. I loathe it. I despise, abhor, and detest it with every fiber of my being. I will surely give off a strong enough signal if I don't mind you touching me... and if you can't tell when you're receiving it, we are obviously not tuned into one another. Find yourself someone else.
"I hate being touched bv strange boys."
"I know I should be honest with Nate, but as Audrey said, 'it's a whole lot easier said than done'. Something about him is just off-- he touches me too often. That is my biggest, biggest pet peeve, a strange man touching me in a familar manner.
"I'm sorry, hi. This body is MINE. Please do not touch it unless I give you a signal or a sign. I did not give you a sign. Do not attempt to touch me as if we are familiar with one another, because we are NOT. You are not my friend; you are just barely an acquaintance. Don't ever presume to put your hands on my person merely because you like me, because you find me attractive. That is selfish and it enrages me. Don't say 'I'm just a touchy person', because that is not an excuse or a reason... I am not a 'touchy' person, and you should not force me out of my comfort zone in a manner that I despise. You are taking liberties that are not yours to take.
"Bottom Line: Do not touch me because it makes me feel like going postal. A touch implies fondness and comraderie and mutual affection... you do not have these with me. Don't try to convince yourself you do.
Don't: hug me, pat my back, put your arm around me, tug my hair, chuck under my chin, pretend to look at my ring so you can hold my hand, give me a high five and try to turn it into a handhold, touch my cheek, rub my shoulders or pat my knee. I loathe it. I despise, abhor, and detest it with every fiber of my being. I will surely give off a strong enough signal if I don't mind you touching me... and if you can't tell when you're receiving it, we are obviously not tuned into one another. Find yourself someone else.
"I hate being touched bv strange boys."
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