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“I had wondered why I had stopped doing my hips’ physical therapy routine at the gym because I need those extra dial-ins, and I am too distracted and compressed at home to do them there.

So last week, I pulled them out again, and then found that guy suddenly in the row right behind me from out of nowhere again.

I caught him looking in a definitely not ok way as I turned to finish my routine.

The look was not one of appreciation, but like he was ‘getting off’ on me lewdly while storing info for later self indulging.

Right.

I had suppressed that memory because it was so, in fact, disturbing.

So I immediately left the area, showing my vote directly with my feet.

But later after making sure to keep always well away from him, and when I was relaxing with eyes closed into unwinding on a machine, he was suddenly right there on the machine next to me – but this time, with his eyes downcast and offering.

There was no mistaking what he was doing.

He had decided to press the point from a different angle with me.

So I got denser in my mass, moved firmly grooved in my own zone, and pushed out ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes as I again immediately left the scene.

His behavior wasn’t something that one can prove easily – which is a disgusting predation scheme that men of baseline morality often like to cultivate, and unfortunately his society cultivates as acceptable for male behavior if done on the ‘down low’ surreptitiously.

And while I could be in a way flattered by his stripping down his ego to submit to me after so rudely leering, the idea of accepting made me want to throw up quite literally.

I am not some abstract geisha queen.”