A Man's Problem in a Restaurant

At 20 years old, I was too timid and afraid of making a scene to ask this man who was twice my age not to touch me. With each hug, his hand would glide lower down my back. He said that I was more than welcome to come over to his apartment and hang out. The next thing I knew, he was running down the pavement after me.

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