I sat there looking at my phone for almost an hour before I finally worked up the nerve to text her. And even then I half-way hoped she wouldn't respond. Something was wrong with me I knew. This woman, a complete stranger, had come up to me at the carnival the other day and groped me in public. I should have hated it. I should have screamed and called the cops. Instead I handed her my bra, nearly creamed my panties, and kept quiet. I hadn't even told my boyfriend about it.
Well, ex-boyfriend now. I ended up breaking up with him later that same day. I told him it was just because I didn't see any future with him. I'd actually been planning on breaking up with him before that day...but I couldn't ignore the timing. Part of me was afraid that that woman had something to do with it. I was afraid that some small part of me wanted to dump him not for my own reasons, but to clear the way so I could be with her. That thought terrified me beyond anything else.
Me: "Hi there"
After about 20 minutes of waiting I thought I had gotten a lucky break. I hoped that she wouldn't text me back; that she'd given me the wrong number, that something would stop this train wreck that I instinctively knew was coming. But then my phone chirped...
Her: "Hello. Who's this?"
What did I say to that? "hey I'm the girl you molested last week"; "Hey I'm the one whose live you threw into chaos by grabbing my ass"; "Hi there I'm Ashley"?
Me: "We met at the carnival the other day."
What was that? That's probably the worst way I could have possibly responded to that. Would she even know what I was talking about? She probably met lots of people at the carnival. Really met people, not like she met me. Actually met and talked to people instead of just groping them.
Her: "You're gonna have to be more specific. I met lots of people there."
I knew it. how do I describe it though. If I tell her I was the one she molested and I couldn't get her out of my head she might get the wrong impression. I'm not a lesbian after all. At most I'm bi-curious.
Me: "You grabbed my butt."
There. That was OK. From that she'd probably think I'm mad at her and that I'm texting to confront her about it. That's better than her thinking I'm some sort of depraved slut right?
Her: "You're still gonna have to be more specific. That applies to a lot of girls."
What? Really? How many girls did she grope at that carnival? I assumed I was the only one. But that's stupid of me. Why would she only grope me and no one else? I'm hot but not that much hotter than everyone around me. She probably does this to hundreds of girls all the time. I'm not special. She doesn't even remember me.
