I was in the subway the other day. It was not so packed that people could not avoid resting on each-others butts, but it was packed enough that a casual butt brush would be entirely justifiable if not forgivable.
I was sitting down, and there was a man standing, a cane in his hand and his pinkie extended to as long as it could reach. it was one of those bejeweled pinkies with a very long nail, bluntly cut and strangely considered a sign of a Hombre Verdadero, by the machologists of the world. They probably have a convention or something every year, and maybe publish a Macho’s World weekly where they state that grown yellow nail on little pinkie, thick gold chain caught in curly graying neck hair, receding brilled hair and a tendency to leer are the signs of a true man.
Anyway, it was not the macho prototype that caught my attention but his untiring distented pinkie finger. I glanced alongside it to the nail point and I saw that it was very nonchalantly resting on the popped out bubble butt of a cute young thing, holding to the rail next to him.
That pinkie stayed distended for the whole of the trip, making it absolutely clear that it was not there by mistake.
My question is this, what type of possible excitement could this man have gotten from such minuscule and insignificant contact? I can understand the impact of a full out sweaty palm that creeps up the edge of an unsuspecting thigh or rear cheek, and the reaction that triggers (kicking the bejesus out of the offender). I can not understand that distented, beringed pinkie.
What was I supposed to do instead of giving dirty looks to the leech who was pretending not to notice? How could I warn the girl who was not feeling anything and was not moving away?
I knew that it was not my business to get involved, nor would I ever make any friends in the process, but years of scary and humiliating bus and train rides took over. I could still feel a hundred thousand “Casual” touchings, brushings, etc, from old and young perverted men (and a woman, do not ask me why), and I had enough.
As soon as my stop came, I jumped to get out, hitting the man in full with my shoulder tote (one of those things that can be used as anvils in case of war). I saw him bend over, smiled in satisfaction and got out, right behind the girl with the popped out bubble butt.