Attention ladies of the New York dwelling variety: The Groper rides the 6 train at approximately 2:45 pm, headed uptown from Union Square. I know because I’ve seen him there twice.
Who: The Groper is a Latino, heavy set man. Probably around 40 years old, and has dark eyes.
What: The Groper likes to put his hands on women’s crotches. Ok, I can’t speak for every woman. But he sure liked mine.
When: Two weeks ago, The Groper’s hand was on said crotch for the duration of the ride between the Union Square and 42nd street stop. This is actually a long time for an unsolicited hand to be on an unwilling crotch.
Where: The Groper loves being the last to jump in a very crowded train. At first I thought it was a purse or back pack on my crotch. I shifted my hips, only to have the offending hand follow. I naively thought, “couldn’t be.” My doubts disspated when The Groper got off the train, and preceeded to stare at me on the platform for what had to be a full minute once the subway doors shut. He brought his hand up to his nose, and smelt it.* Yup, we’ve got a grade A creeper on our hands.
Why: Who the hell knows?
Let my unfortunate molestation serve as a lesson for the ladies of the world: when entering crowded places, guard your cooch.
*I’m sorry to gross you out with these details.
Posted by Erin E
