Halloween night (Judge me it's been 1.5 months) I went to a party in SLC. Unlike all the other females there who portrayed their sexiness through fishnets and corsets (and push up bras, i mean- give me a break) I was there in all my glory dressed up as Wayne from Wayne's World.
So like...sorry for being the sexiest girl in Utah.
Okay point blank besides being a complete joke in all my cross dress hotness I was also ready to bounce at 1 am. So tired. So hungry.
So I parked it on a couch as everyone wandered out of the house- I was laying down talking with 2 of my friends who were sitting by my head.
An integral part of the Wayne costume was holey jeans. Naturally.
Unnaturally I felt a hand...slipping through the hole on my thigh and rubbing my skin.
If you've ever worn tight fitting holey jeans you know this feels a whole lot like thigh-rape
there aren't very many more unpleasant feelings like a guy surprising you by forcing any party of his body through a tight fitting hole in your pants. I look up & realize I have, in fact, never met this man before.
So I look at him like this:
Clearly communicating: REMOVE YOUR HAND FROM MY PANTS.
He looks at me like this:
and says:
"OH, are you in a bad mood?"
Because, yeah, I'm the one being ridiculous for reacting with such disgust....
EXCUSE ME.
Thist is what my dating life has evolved into. Boys forcing things into my pants before meeting me. HELP.
Bhaha. I loved this. I laughed. It's so true.
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