The Scene: Prospect Park, this afternoon. I’m with a good buddy of mine, a very smart, successful, 40 year old executive.
Me: So how was your date?
Her: Well, I invited him to my place for brunch. And he went in for a kiss in the kitchen.
Me: Hey great!
Her: Not really. He was really into it and I wasn’t, so I said, “let’s go into the living room and have coffee.” I sat in the armchair so that he would be on the sofa across the room. And instead, he came and practically sat on top of me in the chair and started kissing me again.
Me: Wait, what? Did you tell him to get off you?
Her: Well, I wanted to, but I was worried if I did he’d think I was being a bitch. Or he’d get more aggressive, and I didn’t want to make him angry.
That was hours ago and I’m still rattled by that conversation, on so many levels. Fortunately the dude didn’t get more aggressive, and they ate brunch and he left and she’s never going to speak to him again. But ladies, for the love of all that’s holy, if this ever happens to you, be a bitch. Seriously. I cannot say this strongly enough: if someone is touching you in a way you don’t like, and you want him to stop, be a bitch. If there was ever a time to unleash your biggest, baddest, bitch, that’s it. So please, please, BE A BITCH.