In my SPACE

I think most of my readers will agree with me when i say that a woman's space is rarely respected. Now, last night i went out with a male friend of mine, we went to catch a band and visit. My male friend usually hugs me or whatever, which I'm fine with since i KNOW him and trust him as my friend. Now, i don't appreciate random strangers, of any gender for that matter, touching me randomly. The reason i emphasized gender is because a woman was there, too, who had previously tried to make out with me at random years ago. I don't care, don't get in my personal space.

What happened last night was far more creepy and invasive. A lot of people don't understand why it's invasive, but i hope my feminist readers will understand...

So, i was outside with my male friend who was having a cigarette. I stood in a group of smokers and tried to jump into the conversation. In the circle of people there was a few women I didn't know, my friend and two middle aged men who i have never met in my life. One of the middle aged men looked like steve martin, freakishly so. So, Steve Martin man started a conversation with me about journalism since he works for the university. He seemed okay, but quite intoxicated and I felt uncomfortable because i wasn't sure what to say. He kept talking and asking me questions, then as if he couldn't be anymore strange, he lowers himself down and begins to analyze my face as if i were a painting in a gallery. I looked around and said, "What is it?", and he kept staring and pointing without making any sound. Finally, he said, "You, you need to be on television, hehehe (this creepy old man flirtatious shit) or an ACTRESS..."
I did not know what the hell to say since he was analyzing my appearance like a beauty pageant judge. I looked over to my friend, hoping to cut into the conversation he was having, but as i looked straight ahead of me, i could see Steve Martin dude looking right at me. I looked at this eyes and they terrified me, I'm not sure why, but they did.

Finally, after judging my face, he came close and slowly put his hand on me. Not a tap or a pat (not that that would be appropriate, either) but a full hand. I couldn't believe that this man who is the same age as my father just came that close and felt he had the right to randomly touch me. Now, right after this happened he kept staring and i made an excuse to leave the smoking area. I went inside and felt totally violated. I don't think my friend really understood why it bothered me so much, in Canada people get slightly close to talk, but touching while speaking is usually done by one's friends or family...not random strangers. I told him i was leaving because i felt uncomfortable, violated and disrespected.

Why do men feel they just have some right to touch whoever they want? Do they think we like to be touched by random men? Do they think we feel good about ourselves if a man tells us how pretty we are why touching us? Come the fuck on. I'm sick of it. Fuck him and others like him who can't respect another person, a STRANGER, and their SPACE.