Touching a woman inappropriately, or touching her without consent is a crime and should be taken extremely seriously. Unsolicited contact can constitute sexual assault, which, unfortunately, is something that women have to deal with on the daily. It makes dating a dangerous game because you never know what sort of creeps are lurking on the other end of your dating app and for every great guy, there are ten weirdos out there. Together with The Single Society, we bring you this story of a boob-grabbing creeper, who is an awful human being. We feel bad laughing because it sounds like a truly horrific experience. Maybe it's nervous laughter, but God. Help. Us. All!
This was my worst date. Also... THIS. IS. SEXUAL. ASSULT.
I matched with Jonathan, a British advertising executive, on Bumble. After a brief introduction, he invited me to meet for brunch in Williamsburg one Saturday afternoon. After feasting on a ham and brie omelet and eggs Benedict accompanied by several flutes of mimosas, Jonathan and I seemed to be rather enjoying each other's company and opted to extend our brunch date with some cocktails at a bistro around the corner.
He paid for everything...
Despite offering to split the bill for brunch, Jonathan insisted it was his treat. How chivalrous!
I graciously accepted and insisted upon picking up the tab at the following establishment.
I was drunk and called it a night. He wasn't done...
When it was apparent that I had reached the threshold of alcohol intake for the evening, I told Jonathan that it was about time I called it a night and head back to my apartment.
"So…does that mean I am coming with you?" He asked in a cheeky British accent.
Not being one to bring home a man I just met (I need to be wooed), "Good try, but not tonight," I replied.
When I told him he couldn't come home with me, he got PISSED OFF!
I'm talking some Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type shit.
A complete 180.
Jonathan was visibly PISSED. OFF.
I (begrudgingly) explained that I didn't bring strangers home.
"Well then, I guess I'll be going then," he said indignantly as he flagged the bartender for the bill. "I don't understand how you spend all day with someone and then just…whatever. Just whatever."
Confused, I explained (not that he was owed a f*cking explanation) that I did have a great day, but I simply do not bring guys home with me who I just met.
Suddenly, he stuck his hand down my blouse...
We sat on our barstools facing each other, enveloped in awkward silence, and waited for the bill.
Then Jonathan reached over, put his hand down the draped V-neck of my blouse…
And cupped his hand around my breast and gave it a quick, firm double squeeze.
AND SQUEEZED MY BOOB!
"Oh chill out. It was just a quick squeeze" he said with a sh*t-eating smirk on his face.
"That is not OK. You can't just grab women's tits like that whenever you want. It's really disturbing that you think something like that is acceptable," I said, other patrons in the bar noticing the altercation.
"Stop being so crazy. You need to calm down."
And then told me not to make a big deal out of it. WTF?!
With that, Jonathan closed our tab and fled the bar.
As I was still sitting on my barstool in shock and waiting for my Uber to arrive Jonathan returned to the bar and once again told me that I was overreacting and how he didn't want to end a wonderful day on such a negative note.
"You just grabbed my f*cking chest. Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked.
I escaped, and he bombarded with texts demanding money for the date. Again, WTF?!
With that, I fled the establishment to be rescued by my Uber driver.
Shortly after I received a number of hostile texts informing me that I needed to pay him back for the afternoon. When I refused he told me it was probably because a person as dumb as me probably didn't make much money.
OH! And the entire day was a complete waste of his time and money.
Louder for the boys in the back…
THIS. IS. SEXUAL. ASSAULT. YOU. PILE. OF. F*CKING. GARBAGE!
Honestly, there are no words!
About the AuthorTheSingleSocietyNikki is currently living in NYC with her husband (who she met on Bumble after experiencing the absurdity of online dating) and working in digital marketing. She clearly enjoys recording the ridiculous debauchery that is the modern dating scene. Nikki is also partial to a tall glass of Prosecco, her black/calico kitties, 90s music and playoff hockey. Drop her a line if you have a good story for her to write about.