|Mammary, All Alone in the Moonlight||September 27, 2005|
The Church pamphlet “For the Strength of Youth” states:
Because sexual intimacy is so sacred, the Lord requires self-control and purity before marriage as well as full fidelity after marriage. In dating, treat your date with respect, and expect your date to show that same respect to you. Never treat your date as an object to be used for your own lustful desires or ego. Improper physical contact can cause a loss of self-control. Always stay in control of yourself and your physical feelings…The Lord specifically forbids certain behaviors, including…petting.
Jennketeers, some of you may remember Brian, the object of a pity date the Bishop foisted on me a few weeks ago. Well, Brian has stuck. I wouldn’t say that I love him or anything, but he has stuck. That’s about the best adjective I can use. Brian is something of a weirdo, you see; he is studying sociology at NYU and has really strong feelings about social justice and a myriad (new word!) of causes. Needless to say, Brian hates my new job at Altria. Brian reminds me of Ned Isakoff.
Anyhow, on to the petting. Brian and I went to a concert last week in Central Park. It was a nice night, a bit chilly but a good show. He was standing behind me and had his arms around me as we both faced the stage and listened. It was nice to have him hold me. All of a sudden, I noticed that his arms were a little high, and there was… cupping. No squeezes, nothing beneath my blouse, but his hand was like a little shelf under my boob. I didn’t do anything; this is something of a new experience for me, and I didn’t know whether it was an accident or not.
First, I have to say that it didn’t really affect me very much. Boobs don’t turn ME on, and I didn’t really care. But should I? What if Brian is a pervert? What should I have done? I talked to Melanie and she said it was probably an accident, but even if it doesn’t it’s not a big deal. Is she right?
This leaves me with serious questions about my future. A liberal AND a groper? Too much. Why is petting such a big deal (assuming we’re talking about the “light” variety)?