I got booby-touched.
There was this cute woman in line at the Duane Reade on Flatbush Avenue in my new neighborhood. Now, I have a girlfriend, and in any case, I’m unlikely to chat up a girl buying cigarettes. (and how exactly does one approach a woman in a pharmacy line? “Hi, I see you’re a Colgate person”–?) But I admit I stole a glance or two, and she seemed to notice.
She paid and split, and as I came to the counter I felt her brush against me. A titty-touch; sometimes, in my experience, a way for a woman to provoke an approach. She was scooting through the line, so maybe it was an accident. But could it be? I have this impression that women have ninja-like control over their breasts. Can a woman accidentally titty-touch a man?
She was walking in the opposite direction down the avenue as I headed towards Popeye’s.