Sexual Harassment Can Be Fun!
Mood:  flirty
Now Playing: Stevie Ray Vaughn and Double T's "Pride"

so today i'm in Alley Jr, which is a cute little name for this tiny little section in the middle of the Olive Garden. it's barely wide enough for one person to walk down but on most days, we find ways to pass three through this needle's eye while carrying drinks. i'm this Alley Jr, getting my drinks, and Rebecca T enters (not sure what the T stands for, so we'll just say it's Thumbtack).

Rebecca Thumbtack, for those of you need who need a visual, is like a feminine Legolas (i know what you're thinking, it'd be harder to imagine a masculine Legolas). she walks into Alley Jr, blows her hair out of her face, picks up a glass and, well, this is where it gets interesting. she takes this glass of hers and presses the open part of it (what we'll call the mouth of the glass, as that's where the mouth of the person goes when said person is drinking out of said glass). she takes the mouth of the glass and presses it against my left breast, my man bosom. she then proceeds to twist and grind this glass against my chest. granted, all of this was over in a matter of nanoseconds, but it was the most shocking thing to happen to me between the hours of 11 and 12 this morning.

and it made me think.

had i done this to her, it would have been not cool. uncool, if you will. but since she's a chick and i'm a dude, it is totally acceptable for her to grind her glass against my man-boob.

the lesson kids?

dude sexually harassing a chick = very uncool, man.
chick sexually harassing a dude = very cool, indeed.

stupid friggin' double standards. i have half a mind to grind my glass against her ass on Tuesday, just to prove my point. but by the point in time, i'll be a happily married man, so this is one lesson that might have to go by the wayside. thank your lucky stars, Rebecca Thumbtack, thank your lucky stars.