- I looked like a hot chick from behind;
- I apparently have great legs; and
- I was wearing shorts that showcased that part of my... pulchritude... well.
I'm thanking God that my grabby friend --who I will not name to protect his privacy and his ego-- was ...drunk. I remember that there were only two people previous who've done that to me and both were women, exes who are very welcome to try that with me again. That ass-grabber number three was a man and not an ex leave a slightly sour taste in the mouth.
Had we not been close friends, had I not known the effects of my own androgyny on service crew and men on trains, had I not known the drunken circumstances behind the deed, that kick would have been a solid heel landing on his knee coupled with a backhand to the mouth.
Still, no harm, no blood, no foul.
Hey, if I can make a friend happy by being grabbed, and make myself happy by kicking his bum, then great. But I'm inclined to let that happen only once. My next kick might not be a kind one.
Just another story to tell the grandkids when they ask me if I was a woman in my past life. More on similar topics later.