It’s been a very shitty weekend for men’s behavior in public. Got propositioned by a bus driver late at night when I was the only one left on, and then today in broad daylight hours had to shove a drunk man off me using all of my force when he aggressively started groping my chest on the subway while nobody said a word. It’s put me in a terribly defensive mood and I’ve been snarling and glaring at any man who even looks sideways at me or who moves closer than is really necessary all day. Which I hate. But really.
What gets to me is how powerless I feel. No matter what I wear, where I go or what I do, there’s nothing I can do to stop it from happening. Nothing I can do to be able to see it coming. It makes me furious.
But. I saw a great musical tonight and had a pleasant (if a bit blush-worthy) encounter with the actor afterwards, and now Busan’s on Kakao being a weepy drunk, which so far had consisted of telling me I couldn’t possibly know how much he loves me, accusing me of cheating with the musical actor when I sent him a photo of us together, insisting that I come down to Busan immediately and borderline proposing. He got an early start — what can I say?
Well. I’m just going home to bed.
