A Wet Experience, An Adventure in the Metro

Everyday I take the metro to go home and I always feel like dozing off. However, I can't and this is the reason why.

Sunday, October 31^st, 2011, an odd day when weird things happen.

Earlier today, I helped out at Marianopolis’ Open House, dressed in a dark gothic personage. I was in full costume and had a painted mask contouring my eyes. Little did I know that my eccentric visage could attract someone.

At 4 p.m., I leave in full costume, high heels and mask. I take the  metro alone to go home. I pick a seat next to a window so that I can rest my head against it. At Lionel-Groulx, you sit next to me. I take no notice of you, a man, a stranger like any other person in that train. The motion of the slightly shaking wagon gently rocks me into a half-asleep, half-awake state.

Two stops later, I feel a slight pressure on the nape of my neck. My brain is confused: is this a dream or is it real? The pressure is harder. This is not a dream; you are grabbing my neck. Guy Concordia. The metro doors open. I am wide awake, fighting back your hold on my neck. Your face is very close to mine; I feel your breath on my cheek. Out of reflex, my eyes are shut tight. My arms are desperately trying to push you away in vain. I feel something wet on the left side of my lips, as if an octopus were regurgitating its mucous on me.  

What I want to say: YUCK! You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you desperate or what? Kissing a half-asleep defenseless girl. Plus I have a Halloween mask on. How in the world do you find this attractive? You weirdo. Instead I let out a small “Eeek!”

All at once, the pressure is released and you leave the metro.

I catch a quick glimpse of your back. You were the one sitting next to me, no doubt. 20 -25 year old Asian, buzz cut, 5’5”, wearing a beige coat and had a school bag. I swear… Swear what? I am too astonished by the events to do anything. Should I run after you and give you a good beating? I can’t run in heels. Then what? Should I just sit here and tear those memory cells into bits and pieces? I guess so.

Frustration gets the better part of me. The people who witnessed the event raised their eyebrows in surprise. Surprised that a stranger would do such a thing, surprised that you would have so much guts.

The doors close. I have no choice but to forget what happened but I can’t forget.

The day that I catch you, you are DEAD

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