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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (43012)	12/1/1999 12:52:00 AM
From: Constant Reader	Respond to of 71178

After we exhaust this subject, can we begin a detailed review of the joys, tribulations, highs, and lows of menstruation? It always provides a breath of fresh air, so to speak, although its mention has been known to clear a room on occasion.

To: Rambi who wrote (43012)	12/1/1999 1:35:00 AM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Another exhibitionist story of mine also happened on the subway. I was sitting toward the end of a car, facing the open door. There were others on the car, but not near me. The only other passenger in my vicinity was a man sitting at right angles to me across the aisle. I was sitting in a window seat, next to the window itself; he was sitting with his back to the opposite wall of the train. The man, who was wearing the long raincoat so de rigeur in his circles, decided to show me his penis. I was still shy then. So shy that instead of getting up and running down to the more populated end of the car, I fixed my eyes on my book and pretended, face burning, to notice nothing. He got up and walked to the end of the car, and stood in the door between trains. So I glanced up, thinking with relief he was going to go into the next train. Instead, I saw that he had merely situated himself so his condition, which was unsubtle, would be more visible. So, still too mortified to admit this was happening and simply run down to the other end of the train (and I think I was afraid, also, that if I moved, he might attack me or something; the other end of the train seemed miles away), I turned my head all the way left, putting my face as close to the window glass as possible, staring out with feigned great interest at the station as we pulled into it. So he strode off the train in a flash, and the next thing I knew my face was separated from the erection he was pressing against the windowpane only by the thickness of the glass. It was a terrifying moment, though in retrospect, I see some comedy in it. When I had my almost-overnight change from a shy to an unshy person, things changed. I was walking down a street in NYC and saw a man (complete with raincoat) behaving oddly in the vicinity of a parked car in which a young girl was seated, probably waiting for one of her parents. I walked close enough to see that my suspicion was correct, he was taking advantage of the opportunity and exhibiting himself to her. I didn't feel the least bit embarrassed to walk right up to him and in a voice loud enough to attract some attention, tell him to put his penis back in his pants and leave. Three or four years ago, I yelled at a guy in a tiny shop in Mexico City who pinned me up against a counter by pressing against me from behind with his, uh, token of affection, so to speak. I spun around and pushed him back and started yelling various things at him, including a precise and graphic description of what he had been doing, and followed him from the shop, yelling to shame him all the while, where, to my surprise, he got into the back seat of a fancy chauffeured car and was driven off. It was odd to me that a wealthy man in Mexico City would chose to get his jollies from frottage with unwilling strangers; but the oddest thing was that the proprietors of the store told me that he came there often to rub himself against the buttocks of their customers (the smallness of the store must have made it especially attractive to him) and that I was the FIRST woman to create a scene! I asked them why they didn't make him stop themselves, if he did it often, and got no answer. None.

To: Rambi who wrote (43012)	12/1/1999 2:02:00 AM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 71178

I'm not sure I get all of this bathroom discussion, but women can be raelly wierd about a man entering their bathroom even when they're are a lot of them. As a woman who women thought was a man who had security called on her and the women really wanted her taken away, I know. They were vicious. Fortunately, the security gaurd was a man with an eye, unlike those women, and we grinned at each and shrugged. He appeased them as I ran away. Thought I was gonna get lynched from the blood in their eyes.