Story Sent in by Marissa:

Jeffrey and I met up at a mall on a rainy day for our first meeting. We had lunch in a restaurant, then walked around, sat down for a bit, then walked around some more.

It would have been fine, aside from the fact that at one point, after I told Jeffrey an embarrassing story about my past, he put his arm around me as if to console me, but as a joke. Then, he kept his arm there, which I thought was a bit forward, and then, he reached down with that same arm and pinched my rear.

"Hey!" I said, and pulled away from him, "None of that."

"Ever?" he asked.

I replied, "Um, not today. That's a little much."

He beckoned to me. "Come here," he said, and walked further away, then added, when he saw I wasn't following, "I promise, nothing bad. Just follow me for a sec. Please."

I did. We walked to an under-populated stairwell and walked up a flight, so that we were on a landing where no one else was. I thought that there was a particular store that he wanted to check out, or else–

He turned to me on the landing, said, "That's not a little much. This is," and then shot his hand toward my lap.

I was able to hit his hand away in time. He tried again with his other hand. I grabbed his wrist and bent his fingers back.

"Yeeeooow!" he screeched, then ripped his hand away, looked at his fingers, said, "You psycho bitch!" then ran upstairs.

I was shocked by what had happened, but I quickly headed downstairs, out of the mall, and home, before he could change his mind about my "psychosis" or my perceived receptiveness to his advances.

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