I am officially able to say, when I look back on this experience in Hong Kong someday, that I was passively molested by a local man of approximately sixty years of age.
How’s that for making memories of Hong Kong?!?
I went to Central and took the path through IFC Mall that leads to the escalators that go up through the city. I noticed a frail looking older man in my peripheral vision and he just so happened to be touching himself. I simply looked away, giving the benefit of doubt that he may just have an itch. As I was exiting the covered alleyway, I got a glimpse out of my left eye that someone was REALLY close to me and sure enough it is the old fondler guy I had just seen with his hand on his crotch. I speed up, keeping an eye on this pervert and when I realize he has headed off the opposite way I intend to go, I veer off to the right to take the stairs to Queens Road. I am nearing the last few stairs and I’ll be damned if the same fuck-head isn’t brushing up against me. It is a busy city and people brush up against other people all the time, but this guy had to make an effort to follow me since he was out of sight when I took the stairs. Not to mention, I am the ONLY other person on the stairs and he “accidentally” brushes up against me…uh, yeah, I’m not oblivious to reality so I get it, this guy is Pervy Perverson. I am now beyond wary and I have officially made it to pissed off and finished with this nonsense.
He heads out in front and takes a street off to my right and I think, “Good riddance, pervert” and continue on with my destination in sight. About a block past the point I lost creepy dude, I go into Watsons for some facial cleanser I love but can no longer find and take a look around. As I am taking a last look at the cleansers, the crotch of an old creepy man is pressed quite intensionally against my hand which is hanging at my side.
I turn and see you-know-who pressing himself against me and I say, “If you do that again, I will beat the crap out of you. Do you understand English you creepy fuck?” (that is a direct quote, by the way). He smiles and nods, either not understanding English or making like he doesn’t understand it. Just to make myself clear, I bring my hand to eye-level and make my best crushing balls gesture with the most crazy/pissed off expression I can muster up (which was not a difficult task at the time). He seemed to understand that and he high-tailed it out of the store.
Wow, it must be a full moon. Clearly, I was wrong when I said this past weekend must be creepy people weekend. It is obviously going to carry on into this week. I think I’ll stay in.
If I have a freak-magnet, I wish some one would show me where it is located so I can have it removed.
Oh, this is a little unrelated extra…I spell-checked this post prior to posting and it corrected me on “fuckhead”, as it is apparently hyphenated. Hehe.
One more thing…If the phrase “passive molestation” is not already coined, I think that it should be.