Please Don’t Touch Me

I have ink. A lot of ink. Most of it hasn’t seen the light of day for months… like 8 months! Winters here are long! But now that it’s starting to get stinking hot out, I’m starting to wear sleeveless shirts out in public – previously it had only been at the gym or yoga studio.


Today, Hubby and I went to Ikea. He decided to use the washroom before we got sucked in and lost in the labyrinth of displays, furniture, and linens. As I was waiting for him, I wandered over to the greeter and grabbed a catalogue.

And that’s when my personal space was completely violated!

The woman… greeter?… came around her kiosk and started talking to me and looking at my ink… including the touching, she was that inside of my bubble! Now, for whatever reason, I didn’t want to be rude and ask her to stop touching me.

What?! I didn’t want to be rude? To ask her to stop touching me? WTF?!

I’m Canadian, what can I say?

Now, I love my ink. I love showing it off and talking about it. And there is a lot of fine detail that you have to get close to get a good look at – and maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything.

BUT STILL!!!!! Who goes up to a stranger and starts touching them?!

How many pregnant women deal with this? A big ol’ preggo belly and some (usually older) woman comes up and starts gushing over the belly and starts touching it!!! I’ve heard of this happening from several pregnant coworkers over the years.

When did this become acceptable?

Thankfully, to most people, it isn’t acceptable… but there’s still a few that seem to believe it’s okay to touch a stranger…. that sounds a lot dirtier than it’s meant, but it’s true just the same I can’t help how it sounds!

So next time you see a pregnant woman… or tattoos you want a closer look at… look but don’t touch!

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