So I had a great time at my college’s dance, up until the part where I was surreptitiously hit on by two creepy men. I should note here that my outfit was a pair of jean shorts and a white button down shirt over a bikini top with Hawaiian print; this was in keeping with the tropical theme of the party, but unfortunately caused me quite a bit of strife by the time I decided to leave the party.
The first guy comes over to me and tells me he has a serious question to ask me. I tell him to go ahead, and he asks me if I’m straight. Wtf. I tell him the truth, “half,” at which point he kisses my hand and walks away to find someone else to dance with. That was pretty weird, but the second guy was truly creepy. He was very drunk, and he danced with me, which I didn’t mind, until he tried to unbutton my shirt. I made him stop dancing with me at that point, of course, and my friends left with me to make sure that he didn’t follow me back to my room, especially since he was following me around the dance floor and trying to get me to dance with him again, even though I was clearly doing everything in my power to get away from the creepy fuck.
I hate that it’s still culturally acceptable to look at a woman’s outfit and immediately interpret it as an invitation. I wasn’t dressed like that to attract a man’s attention; I was dressed like that simply because that’s what I felt like wearing. I hate that I can’t dress up and dance without someone interpreting it as an invitation to hit on me and/or be incredibly forward and creepy and touchy-feely. It’s just #MFIF, I guess.
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