This is what happened, two days back, Thursday, ard 6.50-7pm, when I was on my way to book club, reviewing a fictional book about one guy getting raped in a truck.
I boarded the train at Douby Ghaut heading towards Marina Bay (yes the red one), counting myself lucky that the door still hadn't shut before me and me managed to squeeze inside the horde.
The train didn't move an inch for the next five minutes, the cabin of passengers and I, though relatively peeved in the mind, assumed that it was just another day the train broke down due to technical faults, and which would be immediately rectified. So we stood for another five minutes, looking at the screen-saver of surly crowds waiting at the station, and they looking back at us; the screen-saver of dummies standing there hoping the train would move to our separate destinations. It wasn't until I reached home at 1 am before I realized that it wont twitch at all.
Then there is the tap on the shoulder.
'____, nice to meet u. I like to be your friend'
I swung around, and my eyes fell to a short guy in red tee, relatively disappointing in appearance, 30++ of age with scruffy hair and few strands of white hair, standing so close a range which, under normal circumstances, would trigger a defensive stance from me. But this is SMRT I am talking about, and since I am already sandwiched between depressing bodies, I got polite with him and, with grave reluctance, said okai.
Then he shoot out his handphone, deliberately scrolled down with gruelingly slow speed, pictures of average length dick. He lost my interest right at that instant. I pulled down my shorts and let him witness the 'real thing' (jux joking).
'Your name?' I gave a fake name, and he typed next to my fake name 'Mrt. slim. orange bag. shopping. girly' Girly? 'But I like girly guys.' I was really pissed at that time and looked away. Then he placed his nose so close to my shoulder I could feel the musty dirty air.straight through my tee.In fact, he is sniffing my armpit!!
'What r u looking at? Busybody.' He raised his voice to a gal in front of me who, either being nosy or curious (isn't it the same?) turned immediately back her glance and looked straight. This is the last straw.
I brusquely grumbled that I wanted to alight, and before he could insult me further with his presence I gazelled out from the cabin and flew up the escalators, never dare to turn my head back.
