Its okay to romanticize it any way you like in your head, and I don't want to trounce on those fantasies for anyone, but a warning to anyone who thinks this might actually be fun to experience:
Its happened to me before and I just froze, unable to really respond to it. I was in a very crowded southern town for a convention, and I was wearing a pretty provocative character costume at the time. I had just finished with one of the very late events, and was ready to get back to my hotel room, but my timing could not have been worse. A local football game had just let out, and the trains were literally crammed to the point that people were fighting to get on them.
After the third train destined for the part of town I was staying in had come and gone, I decided to be a little more assertive, even after more bodies flooded the station eager to get home, and almost made it onto the next train when some asshole pushed me aside and slipped into the opening I had been targeting. I walked back a few door looking for another opportunity when a pretty average-looking guy about my age swapped with me, stepping off the train himself. I had to move in quickly before the crowed relaxed to fill in the vacant space, but I made it on.
It was anything but a comfortable ride as I was forced to brace myself against the door and then push away from it at each stop (at that time of night most people were heading back to their hotels or the cheaper parking lots which were at the farthest stops) just to keep from getting pushed off the train.
After the first couple of stops there was a longer trip before the next one, which was when I felt a much larger body push me up against the door. There was then a hand on my belly trying to get up into my top and another crawling up the legs of my shorts trying to get at my crotch. I had always thought I would be able to do something when something like this came up, but there were only tears and a vague reflection in the glass of the door to direct my anger at.
For the next stop, the doors on my side of the train didn't open, so it continued. He had managed to get inside my bra and touch my crotch by that point. I had two more stops to go, but the next time those doors open, I let myself get pushed off the train. It was a mixed blessing that there were a few people loitering at that station that late at night, because, while I stumbled off with a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction, it probably kept my attacker from following me off of the train where I might have been pulled aside and raped.
I cried kneeling at that station for a while, trying to fix my clothes even in my frantic state so I wouldn't have to add getting arrested to the day's list of horrors. Nobody came up to comfort me. People were actually trying to keep from even looking at me, like I was something dirty. I could almost hear the thoughts "dressed like that, you were just asking for it" radiating from some of the people, while others probably didn't know HOW to react. I walked a few miles towards my hotel.
Not all of the roads had sidewalks I could use, and the urge to dive in front of an oncoming car came to me more than once in that time. Eventually I called for a cab and let it take me the rest of the way. I think the cabbie was the first person that had any sympathy whatsoever for me that evening. I bet you see a lot of miserable people doing that job. He never turned on his meter. He just charged me the base fee for the ride and told me to take care.
Its happened to me before and I just froze, unable to really respond to it. I was in a very crowded southern town for a convention, and I was wearing a pretty provocative character costume at the time. I had just finished with one of the very late events, and was ready to get back to my hotel room, but my timing could not have been worse. A local football game had just let out, and the trains were literally crammed to the point that people were fighting to get on them.
After the third train destined for the part of town I was staying in had come and gone, I decided to be a little more assertive, even after more bodies flooded the station eager to get home, and almost made it onto the next train when some asshole pushed me aside and slipped into the opening I had been targeting. I walked back a few door looking for another opportunity when a pretty average-looking guy about my age swapped with me, stepping off the train himself. I had to move in quickly before the crowed relaxed to fill in the vacant space, but I made it on.
It was anything but a comfortable ride as I was forced to brace myself against the door and then push away from it at each stop (at that time of night most people were heading back to their hotels or the cheaper parking lots which were at the farthest stops) just to keep from getting pushed off the train.
After the first couple of stops there was a longer trip before the next one, which was when I felt a much larger body push me up against the door. There was then a hand on my belly trying to get up into my top and another crawling up the legs of my shorts trying to get at my crotch. I had always thought I would be able to do something when something like this came up, but there were only tears and a vague reflection in the glass of the door to direct my anger at.
For the next stop, the doors on my side of the train didn't open, so it continued. He had managed to get inside my bra and touch my crotch by that point. I had two more stops to go, but the next time those doors open, I let myself get pushed off the train. It was a mixed blessing that there were a few people loitering at that station that late at night, because, while I stumbled off with a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction, it probably kept my attacker from following me off of the train where I might have been pulled aside and raped.
I cried kneeling at that station for a while, trying to fix my clothes even in my frantic state so I wouldn't have to add getting arrested to the day's list of horrors. Nobody came up to comfort me. People were actually trying to keep from even looking at me, like I was something dirty. I could almost hear the thoughts "dressed like that, you were just asking for it" radiating from some of the people, while others probably didn't know HOW to react. I walked a few miles towards my hotel.
Not all of the roads had sidewalks I could use, and the urge to dive in front of an oncoming car came to me more than once in that time. Eventually I called for a cab and let it take me the rest of the way. I think the cabbie was the first person that had any sympathy whatsoever for me that evening. I bet you see a lot of miserable people doing that job. He never turned on his meter. He just charged me the base fee for the ride and told me to take care.
