Yesterday, I worked all day, and then honey and I went to a friend's house. Let's call that friend Jim. It was Jim's and his daughter's birthday, so we all went nuts running around after kids, feeding them, setting up movies and games for them, and then putting them to bed, before Jim's portion of the party started (read: beer and a Canuck's game). Anyway, I was really tired, so I went into another room and crashed out on the couch. Jim has a brother named 'bob'. Bob is married. He was watching the hockey game. (bob also used to work with my bf, and they are relatively good friends.)
(here comes the creepy part)... so I'm laying on this couch, completely asleep, and allofasudden, I feel this... touching.. on my lips... and then I realize someone is running his fingers over my lips verrrrry gently. I wake up, and Bob jumps back.. I ask him what he was doing, and he stutters "I was touching your nose"... and he held to that story.. but I know he was touching my lips.
I'm sorta creeped by that. I think I have a right to be creeped by that. And I'm angry about it.
What was he thinking?!
*shiver*
(here comes the creepy part)... so I'm laying on this couch, completely asleep, and allofasudden, I feel this... touching.. on my lips... and then I realize someone is running his fingers over my lips verrrrry gently. I wake up, and Bob jumps back.. I ask him what he was doing, and he stutters "I was touching your nose"... and he held to that story.. but I know he was touching my lips.
I'm sorta creeped by that. I think I have a right to be creeped by that. And I'm angry about it.
What was he thinking?!
*shiver*
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