I was molested and it was my fault
I was molested today on a date.
On my way back home I wondered if it was all my fault. After all, I had met him on Tinder. I didn’t even remember his name when he contacted me almost a year after we had exchanged numbers and I didn’t really think that getting a cup of coffee with him would be such a big deal.
So, I came back from work, splashed some cold water on my face and headed out. I was happy, even excited by the prospect of having scored a date. Upon seeing him, I liked him immediately, he was tall and gesticulated a lot. Being a year junior to me, he was still in college which I thought was pretty cute. We strolled in the alleyways of some society and talked for hours. It couldn’t have been better, that was until we sat on the bonnet of a car parked under a tree and he suddenly kissed me, caught off guard I didn’t know how to react. My hands reached up to his chest to push him away but somehow all I could muster was a gentle nudge while he held my hands even tighter and pulled me closer slipping his tongue in my throat all the while. For a moment, I even let him then I jerked back suddenly freeing myself of his hold.
I looked into his face searching for something, maybe remorse even embarrassment, any emotion that would convey that he realized what just happened was wrong but all he did was curl up his lip and said irritably, “what’s wrong?”
I wanted to shout, how could he not know what was wrong! I wished I had stormed off then or told him everything that was going on in my mind but I didn’t.
“I am not exactly a big fan of PDA.”
I stayed there like I was petrified, as though moving would break me to pieces, as though looking at him would somehow validate what he had just done. I could sense his tense body beside mine, his arm brushing mine lightly.
“it’s really late, I am gonna head home.”
He touched the nape of my neck and whispered,”it’s alright, I’ll drop you.” I started walking slowly away from him and without looking back said, “No! I’d rather take the metro.”
He said something but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of my heart beating like drums in my ears, and then I ran.