Sometimes, there really is a downside to everything. At the party, there was this boy who used to be my friend. However, I stopped speaking to him after he told me, and I quote, "you can't get guys cuz you're a bitch lol", after i refused to set him up with one of my friends. To my dismay he was invited, (he doesn't attend my school) and throughout the night he approached me - touching me in intimate areas every time. The first time, I let it slide because I figuired it's a pool party and he just brushed against while he was swimming. When it happened again, though, I became suspicious. When I told my friend about it, she said she was having the same problem. Before I was able to confront him about it , however, it was time to get the cake. (And gosh was that cake great.) After I talked to more my friends, danced, and ate cake, I returned to the peaceful and bubbly state I was in when I first arrived. Sadly, this state of mind did not remain. While I was talking to a friend, I saw him moving toward me out the corner of my eye. I consciously began to move in the other direction, trying to avoid him. But he was a persistent one, and came closer despite my efforts - this time grabbing my butt. That was the last straw. Inside, I could feel my blood boiling; every nerve breaking. I swiftly turned around and confronted him, inquiring why he felt like he was obliged to have access to my body. The response was apalling.
"I didn't touch you! Can't a guy swim? It's a pool, people brush into each other all the time," he shot back.
Internally shocked, I held my ground.
"Well you've been "brushing into me" all night, so put that on pause and leave me alone," I ordered as I left his presence and sought comfort in my friends.
The night continued on, and it was a great event. However, I was just so taken back at how it's 2014 and occurances like this are still frequent. As a firm believer in feminism, this bothered me deeply. My body is MY body, and no one should feel as if they have a "right" to it unless:
a) I allow it.
b) I allow it.
c) I allow it.
To that guy (and you know who you are), kindly kiss my butt.
You know, the one you felt the need to touch so badly.