You must be a strong woman on the bus

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In January 2009, it was still winter in Beijing.
I was wearing a thick down jacket, just long enough to cover my hips, when I took the bus. I stood in the middle of the bus near the exit door, surrounded by women. The bus traveled north along Xinjiekou Street/Outer Street. Around Xinjiekou North Station, several women got off, and a man on his way to work boarded. He was well-dressed, carrying a briefcase, and had fair skin and was quite handsome, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. However, how could I have noticed him when he boarded… I only noticed him because he stood behind me, pinched my buttocks twice, and then made a dog-like thrusting motion—rubbing his genitals against my buttocks. Since I have a bit of a temper and am a sharp-tongued girl who isn't afraid of being bullied… I immediately turned around and sternly told him not to touch me, or I would call the police. Everyone around me/the entire bus heard it clearly. The man was startled and paused for a second before erupting in anger, "I can touch you whenever I want, you bitch!" People who dare to insult me usually don't fare well... So without saying a word, I raised my hand and punched his genitals, then kicked him again... The man stood there in a contorted position, since the bus was crowded and there was nowhere for him to lie down. At the next stop, Jishuitan, he immediately got off... and fell onto the sidewalk... But this incident left a deep psychological scar on me. From then on, whenever I see a similar situation on the bus, I'll go help the girl, and I have to kick her to vent my anger. "Over the years, my feet have probably touched more genitals than the average person has..." Some men are truly disgusting.
Another incident happened a couple of years ago when someone in my family introduced me to a man. We weren't officially dating yet. One time, he said he was hanging out with friends in the city center, and I said I was there too, so we agreed to take the subway together and then go our separate ways. I met him and his friends at the subway station. After getting on the subway, one of his friends took out his phone to play with it, and then casually put his hand on the arm of a girl holding the handrail in front of him. They all watched with amusement, and his friend, looking smug, said in his dialect, "See, she's not saying anything, she's probably happy to let me lean on her, she's probably quite pleased with herself."
I looked at the guy with a mocking expression and asked in my dialect, "Is this girl your friend? Do you know her?" He said he didn't. I said, "You dare touch her even if you don't know her! How dare you?!" Then he moved his hand away. The girl didn't even hold onto the handrail and just pulled her hand back.
In the end, I stopped contacting that guy. It was disgusting. Later, I asked the person who introduced us, and the person who introduced us said that the guy had been staying at home without a job, just hanging out with friends. What?! And then they introduced us? Oh, so the person who introduced us was a relative.
There's a saying that goes, "To know what kind of person someone is, look at their friends."
While it's not absolute, there's some truth to it.
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