What the crap, Rye. I would have slapped their hand away pretty quick and told them to bugger off.
EDIT: Unless they were really hot.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
Ever since Quin I just feel like my "space" is no longer personal.
My mom and I think her boyfriend's daughter stole our neighbor's pumpkin, and when we went over there to ask if they were missing any pumpkins the guy was like right up on me, and then I moved and he got closer to me. I'm like dude I don't know you please back off!
And that's quite an interesting story. That would really creep me out. I like personal space, but there's a few people allowed to pop that bubble.
I'm kind of nuts about my personal space. There are certain times when everyone should stay as far away from me as possible, including family and Matt. Then there are times when I hug everybody.
Signature by rubah. I think.
No touching! NO TOUCHING!
I really really hate when people I don't know get all up in my grill. Arms length distance por favor. This is why I hate being in crowded elevators or buses, or whatever. I don't like people I don't know touching me.
You can imagine how I reacted when I accidently got swept up into a mosh pit once. I thought I was about to die.
Personal space....I get it invaded regulary it sucks but I don't make a big deal out of it I just have rules about invading the personal space...unless welcomed to do so no invaders in my groinal/ass region...this however falls apart when I am doing a sponsored silence at work then my ass gets pinched slapped all in an effort to make me speak. They fail.