He slid his hand self-consciously through his greased fetlock and in the same movement, placed the hand strategically on the wall next to us. I was already leading against the wall, so his arm boxed me in. He smiled and continued to talk about the state of newspaper journalism.
This is the moment I had dreaded. I'd begun a conversation with his person because we were both waiting in the toilet line at a house party. It appeared now, as I read his outrageous body language, that he thought that I had further designs on the inception of my conversation with him.
This instance was not isolated, it has happened to many a time, where I have had to excuse myself from the connect because it seemed to be assumed that because I was of the opposite sex, and had commenced a conversation, that I wanted something...more.
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