True story, wanted it off my mind
I was in Prague for a month this past summer it was over all a great experience but not without some turbulence. the story below happened about a week or so into my time in Prague.
One cool summer night in Prague, I was out with a group of girls looking for a non euro trashy club for some late night excitement and fun. The most exciting part of that night occurred before we even got out of Praha 1. While stepping into the tram at mustek station a group of inebriated German speaking guys stepped off as we got on. One of the guys hands happened to wander (deliberately) onto my chest. Catching on quickly I moved away from his hand and glared at him with a look of disgust while shouting "what the fuck". Shocked and angry at the audacity of this guy. Once our group had gotten on the tram and theirs on the platform I preceded to give him the international signal for "up yours you fuck head". In less than a second I had a fist about a centimeter from my face and the buzzed headed, angry mug of some euro-bro glaring behind it (some guy in their group who hadn't even seen what happened but I guess was offended by my hand gesture). His fist shivered as he growled words I didn't understand and I backed against the tram wall glaring into his eyes with the most "go for it, hit a girl" expression I could present...Though in my mind I was reprimanding my self for acting without thinking in a country where I was unfamiliar with the customs. After a blur of yells from both parties and some spit flying onto my "fabulously dressed" friend, the other euro-bros finally pulled him away from me through the impatient tram doors they had been holding open for the last minute or so. As the train pulled out of the station I glared through the windows and stuck my tongue out at him just before we pulled out of view. The group of girls I was with looked at me still shocked and said things I didn't hear. All I remember clearly was my friend looking at me concerned, maybe she asked if i was ok, if she didn't say it her eyes did. And then I cried, right in the middle of the tram, i cried and blurted out some expletives and threw a bit of a frustrated fit as we walked off the train towards our destination (some reggae club with an interesting setup but shit music). I smoked the second cigarette I've ever had and calmed down a bit. Later that night an over zealous bouncer and some punk kid he threw out prompted me to leave after an hour of being there, that was enough violence for that night.
The next few days brought up some questions about my actions, mainly that I probably should have resisted my hand gesture. maybe that would have saved me almost getting decked? But I don't know that I could justify to myself doing nothing after being violated in that way. It just didn't feel right to let some guy touch me and do nothing about it.
but what would have been the right thing to do then? Is there a right thing to do in those sort of situations?
One cool summer night in Prague, I was out with a group of girls looking for a non euro trashy club for some late night excitement and fun. The most exciting part of that night occurred before we even got out of Praha 1. While stepping into the tram at mustek station a group of inebriated German speaking guys stepped off as we got on. One of the guys hands happened to wander (deliberately) onto my chest. Catching on quickly I moved away from his hand and glared at him with a look of disgust while shouting "what the fuck". Shocked and angry at the audacity of this guy. Once our group had gotten on the tram and theirs on the platform I preceded to give him the international signal for "up yours you fuck head". In less than a second I had a fist about a centimeter from my face and the buzzed headed, angry mug of some euro-bro glaring behind it (some guy in their group who hadn't even seen what happened but I guess was offended by my hand gesture). His fist shivered as he growled words I didn't understand and I backed against the tram wall glaring into his eyes with the most "go for it, hit a girl" expression I could present...Though in my mind I was reprimanding my self for acting without thinking in a country where I was unfamiliar with the customs. After a blur of yells from both parties and some spit flying onto my "fabulously dressed" friend, the other euro-bros finally pulled him away from me through the impatient tram doors they had been holding open for the last minute or so. As the train pulled out of the station I glared through the windows and stuck my tongue out at him just before we pulled out of view. The group of girls I was with looked at me still shocked and said things I didn't hear. All I remember clearly was my friend looking at me concerned, maybe she asked if i was ok, if she didn't say it her eyes did. And then I cried, right in the middle of the tram, i cried and blurted out some expletives and threw a bit of a frustrated fit as we walked off the train towards our destination (some reggae club with an interesting setup but shit music). I smoked the second cigarette I've ever had and calmed down a bit. Later that night an over zealous bouncer and some punk kid he threw out prompted me to leave after an hour of being there, that was enough violence for that night.
The next few days brought up some questions about my actions, mainly that I probably should have resisted my hand gesture. maybe that would have saved me almost getting decked? But I don't know that I could justify to myself doing nothing after being violated in that way. It just didn't feel right to let some guy touch me and do nothing about it.
but what would have been the right thing to do then? Is there a right thing to do in those sort of situations?