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Now that I've read the whole thread I think there's still a few things for me to say.
It doesn't seem like any of this makes you angry, or indignant, Gilda. Why is that, exactly?
I wonder why you are so depressed in this manner, because most people would have had an immediate reaction, not a lingering dread of 'how far is he going to take it' and waiting to see. It's one thing to be wary of being excessively pre-emptive and smacking every guy who comes anywhere near you, but this sort of situation I find it impossible to believe you didn't feel the need to do anything, including moving out of that aisle and coming back when he left.
That said, I have to acknowledge that I am a creepy sort of person, but I try to minimize it. I'm a college student who typically isn't the best in hygiene, but I sometimes can't help glancing at girls repeatedly because they are so cute, especially in situations like riding the bus or walking around campus. I feel bad because I know it's creepy, but it's almost subconscious. I try to break this habit by bringing books or staring at the floor, but it's like a burning eye into my vision and they are by far the most interesting thing around. However, I would never even think about touching anyone in the manner you have described, even by accident; or even if I knew them.
What that person did was horrible and inexcusable, and was exactly the sort of situation that called for a hard slap across the face. If I had seen someone do that, even if I didn't know the victim, I am fairly sure I would hit them in the face and protect her, regardless of if I respected or liked them. It's just wrong.
My mother was beaten by her first husband, and even today I can still not imagine this happening to her, or fathom why someone would beat any woman, but in this case especially because of her strong, forceful personality. But she loved him, and we all know how that will impair your judgement.
Gilda, what are you afraid of?
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