Cappuccino, Mocha, Expresso...

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Cappuccino, Mocha, Expresso...
Some of you know that I had a stalker. Thankfully, he is no longer calling me incessantly (only about twice a week now). Thank God!

Sadly, I have a new problem: a girl (whom shall remain "Touchy Girl" for now) that won't stop touching me (duh).

I don't know what the norm is for "personal space", but I am pretty sure that stroking someone's inner-thigh is probably popping that "personal bubble." She has a boyfriend, for the record, but she has a really bad habit of being extremely touchy feely. It's to the point where I am actually trying to avoid her beacuse it's so awkward to talk to her.

She's in my grade and I've known her for about six years. Needless to say we became somewhat close. Emotionally close that is. Physically close, I try not to be. As you probably can tell, I don't like being touched too much. A hug now and then, that's fine. I can handle that. However, I don't like having my arms rubbed, my thigh stroked, and my curves fondled by anyone that isn't my boyfriend! (rofl) In all seriousness, she does this to me.

Here is a typical conversation I will have at lunch with her.

bold = Touchy Girl
Italics = Me
Underline = Actions

(Setting: me sitting at a round cafeteria table with my friends all around)

Enter: Touchy Girl

*tickles me HARD from behind (btw: scares the CRAP out of me)*
"Hi, Brittany!"
*hugs HARD*
"I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissss you sooooooooo much!"
*still holds onto hug and begins swaying side-to-side*
"How is your day going?"

*shimmies out of hug* "Fine [Touchy Girl], how is your day going ?"

*Sits down in empty seat*
"Fantastic!!!"
*grabs elbow and strokes upper arm*
"How are things with you and your boooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyyfrienddddddddddddd?"
*Rests hand on knee*

*Squirms uncomfortably*
"We're awesome. We're going out this tonight."

*Begins stroking innner thigh*
"How come WEEEE never get to hang out? I only get to see you in lunch. SHEEESH!!!*

*Shifts legs to push away hand*
" I'm sorry. I know, though. We have no classes together. It stinks. I'm just busy lately and you never ask until the last minute."

*Starts stroking face*
"Well, I miss you, sweetie. Call me when you're free."
*Hugs HARD again, then leaves.*

I'm trying not to be mean to the poor girl.

I've told her many times that being touched makes me feel
AWKWARD [ ], but she doesn't stop!

What should I do?