Crossing the Line

Has anyone been in a situation or know of someone who was in a situation where the other party "crossed the line"?
I have a feeling there is a chance this will get moved away from the Love/Romance section, but my story for this is related, so I figure I'll post it here originally.



Over a year ago, I became friends with a busboy at a restaurant (he was friends with my friends) and we hung out quite a bit. Mostly just driving around or going to hang at said restaurant.
Sometimes he would send me over-the-top text messages. Like, when he'd wake up in the morning, he would say how he had morning wood. Whatever, I ignored it. He's a dude.
When we were hanging out once, and playing old school Mario in his garage, he said he wanted to see my "boobie". I refused and kept playing.
And when I wanted to go home, he continued saying he would when I showed him my "boobie". He kept it up. It was kind of scary, but mostly agitating.

The final time we hung out, I came over to watch The Longest Yard.
And he decided to get a blanket and cuddle up right next to me since I was sitting leaning against the arm of the couch. Whatever, I didn't care. I didn't cuddle back at all, just watched the movie and ignored him.
But gradually, he became more of a pest.
He would start inching his hand up my shirt, making me having to stop it with my arm, and say "I want to touch your boooobies" in a childish voice. And when I would bluntly say "No" back, he would only stop briefly.
Eventually, he was constantly whining, trying to reach up my shirt or slide his hand down my inner leg. And he kept up that fucking voice.
"I wanna see your booooobies"
"Show them to meee?"
"You have a vaginaaaaa"
-__-
I was staring...no, glaring at the TV. Constantly saying no. Constantly stopping his hand. I don't know why I put it up with it and didn't just leave.
It could've been because he picked me up and it was the middle of winter.

After that night, I stopped going to that restaurant. And stopped talking to him.
He still calls me and sends me texts every couple of months. I never answer them, so I don't see what the point is.


Anyways...
Tell me yours.

[font=Verdana][color=green]Man...what a penis. You should've donkeypunched him right in his.

The fuck? Sounds like you had a run-in with a retarded pervert. As far as sending you texts and calling, you could always block his number. Most cell phone companies have the option available somewhere on their site after you log in. If you have problems with locating it a quick call to customer service should help.

Seems like he was attracted to you but you weren't. Very easy to cross the line in that case.

And yeah. Happens to me. People trying to hit on me are mostly unwanted.

maybe you should've let him touch your boobs.

no one likes a stingy girl

Sounds like he was trying to flirt with you in his own way. I don't understand the reason behind it, but my little bro and his girlfriend talk to each other in childish voices while flirting. Maybe he got the wrong idea when you became friends with him and thought you liked him as a lover instead of just a friend? So maybe he crossed that line due to his misunderstanding.

A Friend that is a girl... not the other way around, didn't believe that i had Polymorphous perversa ie hyper sexual sensitivity to non sexual things... touch me and i can feel it in a pleasurable way... except the head of the ... little brain. So she would just randomly touch me to get me freak out... got drunk with her and she convince me to pull down my pants so she can test the fact that the head just does feel anything... she started touching, stoking... and the long story short that who i got my first penile piercing because she used a 14 gauge piercing needle to see if i can feel it... Didn't feel a thing.... for the rest of the year she would harass me about wanting to see if she could do it again... What does this have to do with crossing a line... she film it and shot pictures while i was sleep and show others what she did... still haunts me to this day... it got infected. Sharing is caring.

What an immature low life... Can't believe you managed to put up with that for half as long as you did.....

Nothing like that has ever happened to me but a friend of mine once got a new boyfriend and when he tried to touch her boobs she stabbed him in the leg with a fork... Lol.

Oh jeez the "I want boobies" thing never works he should just write you a poem but then again poems hardly work too

Some bitch touched my hair. Don't touch my hair.

What he said.

Not too long ago, I had a stalker. I came up to them a bit after last semester ended, and I told them to stop doing what they were doing, because it really bothered me. I'm glad I did, too, because now they don't stalk me as often as they did before.

But yeah, I've had more like in my life. You'd think it's fun-it really isn't.

Online creepers mostly. People who when you try to start a decent convo say "hurrrrrrr show me noods"

Ocasionally felt a bit creeped out in foreign countries too... then again, I didn't notice it until I got older, but being a really pale white loli attracted a lot of stares ;-;

That's...comforting? Dx

Welcome to the internet... i will not ask you anymore..

i had a perfect motivational for this. but i lost it... most know the ib version with the guy with the tin foil hat it the main point of your quote above.

[font=Verdana][color=green]This was my exact thought as well!

In all honesty Vera, that isn't something which you should take any real "gladness" from. They are still stalking you. You should really do something more serious about it, in all honesty.

One time this guy was looking at me. So I killed him.

Anyway, you're not the first to be sexually harassed on a date(or "hang out"). Some girls let it slide(stupid). Others call the police(useless). The girls that earn my respect are the ones who carry a gun.

I was having a conversation with a guy I thought was gay in a bar, I had only met him once before that. We're just standing there talking (omg he had the cutest NorthEastern accent) and waiting for a band to set up and he suddenly shot his hand out between my thighs. He didn't really...do anything, it was just like "cop a feel of my vagina" time or something.

I was wearing jeans so it wasn't like contact, but he just kind of looked at me and then pulled his hand away. And...I stood there like in shock for a minute...and then walked away. Never saw him again.

To this day, I have no idea wtf that shit was about. Gay guy wondering about vaginas? Socially awkward guy trying to cop his first feel? No. Fucking. Clue.

.-.

[font=Verdana][color=green]That's just freaky...you should've kicked him right in the balls.

BOOBIES!

BOOBIES!

BOOBIES!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBIES!!! (He prob thought "Tee hee hee, Im being so cute and IM GONNA GET ME SOME NAO! RaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAR) :P~ :P~ :P~


There was one thing that made me go all "Ummmmmmm... No" I was at this girls house a friend of a friend so to speak just lying on the bed and she goes and puts some music on her stereo (OH DEAR) ----->



She wants me to 'suck her dick' and the whole atmos was so fucking bad (You just had to be there, It was disgusting, The thrusting and gyrating) so I got the fuck out of there the best way I could. (And now im a total fucking hermit that doesnt trust or make any effort with women) *Great ey?* >__>