As you know, my right arm is covered in slowly-healing poison ivy. It no longer itches, but it’s still a gross, scabby mess. And it’s pretty noticeable because it covers a great deal of my arm.
So, last night, the drinking buddy and I are out at a bar. And the drinking buddy is a big ex-football-playing looking dude. This is important, I think, when considering what happens next.
Sitting next to us was a guy. When my buddy got up to go to the bathroom, the guy asks me about the scar on my arm.
“No, it’s no a scar. It’s poison ivy.”
Blah blah blah. We’re still talking as the drinking buddy returns.
So, at some point, the guy grabs my arm, not forcefully, but grabs it and starts rubbing it. Which is weird enough, right? But it fucking hurt. It hurts today.
And I had to my left an enormous dude. And this guy seemed nice enough. So it’s not like anything bad would have happened.
But I still didn’t say anything.
I didn’t want to cause a scene, make him uncomfortable, seem ungrateful for the attention.
So I just let him hurt me.
How fucked up is that?