So… I had my butt groped by this old, creepy Mexican man. I’d erase this incident, for obvious reasons.
I had just came back to New York after spending 6 weeks in Korea and I was leaving in less than a week to California for college. As usual, I accompanied my parents to Flushing for grocery shopping and whatever else we came across on the streets. Well, that one particular day, my mom decided to buy some new dramas as we passed a street vendor that sold pirated Chinese dramas.
Now, let me mention that it wasn’t some shady street corner- this corner was in the midst of bustling people. I was minding my own business, rummaging through pirated copies of new Korea dramas (City Hunter… to be specific) when I felt my butt cheeks being squeezed. I have never had my butt touched by someone else, let alone SQUEEZED by someone else. In fact, I thought I was hallucinating at first because I was pretty sure no one would run around the streets touching butts. Also, I was in the city- where accidental bumps and gropes happen all the time (innocently… I think). But then I continued to feel stroking on my baby soft butt- that’s when I whipped around and noticed this old, creepy Mexican man standing too close for comfort and smiling at me. Too shocked, I couldn’t even talk. He walked away quickly and before I knew it, he disappeared into the crowd.
I turned to my mom and said to her, “Uh… mom… I think my butt just got groped by an old man.” I felt disgusted and sick to my stomach but I was still in shock at the fact that it even happened to me.
That was the first time I was creeped out by a pervy Mexican man.
A couple of months ago, I was sitting outside on a bench in the park near work and got hit on by another old, creepy Mexican man (story documented in a past post).
Last week, I caught a middle-aged Mexican man checking out my legs as I was trying on shoes.
I don’t get it- why old, creepy Mexican men all the time???
Seriously… getting my butt grabbed wasn’t a pleasant experience, especially since I’m not a very… hands-on kind of person. I like my space… until I get comfortable with someone… but otherwise I always keep my distance. And the other two incidents aren’t helpful in terms of putting the butt squeezing in the past.
If I could erase that horrible memory, I think I’d be less scared of being in crowded places and around people. Because… every once in awhile, I still see that creepy, old Mexican smiling at me while grabbing my tooshie…
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