A Passage from 10/18/18
In Union Square, a man grabbed my shoulder. Apparently headphones can no longer be used as a "don't fucking talk to me" tactic. He was in his late 20's with stubble on his face and greasy black hair. He was only two inches taller.
"I just wanted to say you are one of the most beautiful persons I've ever seen," he said. I politely thanked him and attempted to leave.
"Can I give you a hug?"
I muttered an 'uh,' which signaled 'yes' in his mind. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips onto my cheek. I stiffened.
The man then asked for my Snapchat and wouldn't let me leave until I showed him proof that I added him. My excuse of dating someone at the time did not make him any less determined.
"It doesn't hurt to just be friends on Snapchat," he argued.
I was 17. Only one more month until men can legally approach me.