I was twelve the first time a stranger grabbed my ass. I was in gym class at my middle school, facing the wall and talking to my friends. A girl walked up behind me, grabbed my ass, almost casually, and kept walking. She walked around the gym in a slow circle. I looked at her and she waved. My friends were losing it, bent over laughing. She waved again.
There was another day after gym class where she grabbed me and hung on.
“Is that your man?” someone asked.
“Yes he is!” she said.
I didn’t really know what to say, or how to get her off of me. I did my best to walk away, managing a stilted sort of crab walk. I think she eventually let go, but it’s hard to remember. I don’t think I ever knew her name.