My "friend" in college grabbed my finger once when i put my hand down on a table at a party where we were talking to some girls. He yanked my finger up in the air and i tried to yank it down with all my might but couldn't, as all the girls watched. Eventually i realized id look really weak and stupid trying to do this and failing, so i gave up and hoped to play it off as "huhuh yeah, hes always doing weird stuff, what a wacky pair we are, eh?" And tried to act unbothered.
But then he started twisting my finger hard in such a way that i had to twirl around in place or hed break my poor little finger. So i had to spin around and around with my arm up like a ballerina dancer in front of these girls i had been trying to impress. Then i kinda pleaded as quietly as possible "josh--dont!" hoping the women wouldn't hear--but they def did. I then looked at them between rotations and tried to laugh at myself like i was in on the joke but i was so visibly nervous and clearly helpless they knew i WAS the joke. When i saw the girls weren't laughing along with me my fake laugh broke into an anguished whimper even i knew was pathetic but it just slipped out. They stared at me with pure contempt like they were so disgusted by what a useless dancing fatty they didnt want to make it any easier for me.
This next part is gonna sound made up but my clothes started to betray me after a few forced spins. My shirt (slightly too small, just barely covering my stretchmarked belly) kept riding up past my belly button. My pants (a size too big, knowing id fill them out eventually) kept sliding down revealing my underwear. With my one free hand i had to switch between pulling my shirt down then pulling my pants up over and over. My face was beet red and i was looking at the ground but i heard them start cackling mercilessly as that happened. (I had known the clothes were going to be a problem but was thinking Id go on making minor adjustments here and there in the background unnoticed...)
When he got bored and finally let me go, i just stood there unsure of what to do, couldnt meet anyone in the eye and hung my head in shame. I was absolutely shocked by the totality of my humiliation and how thoroughly Josh dominated me, I knew nothing I did or would ever do mattered. I was thoroughly demolished and emasculated, i might as well not exist anymore. Then one of them said "arent you the fatty who eats alone at lunch" and i knew nothing i said would make a difference in how pathetic i was at that point, so i said "yeah." And she repeated "yeah..." with an air of dismissive judgement. Then they walked away. I had thought college would be a chance to start fresh with people who didn't know my reputation...but you cant escape being a loser.
But then he started twisting my finger hard in such a way that i had to twirl around in place or hed break my poor little finger. So i had to spin around and around with my arm up like a ballerina dancer in front of these girls i had been trying to impress. Then i kinda pleaded as quietly as possible "josh--dont!" hoping the women wouldn't hear--but they def did. I then looked at them between rotations and tried to laugh at myself like i was in on the joke but i was so visibly nervous and clearly helpless they knew i WAS the joke. When i saw the girls weren't laughing along with me my fake laugh broke into an anguished whimper even i knew was pathetic but it just slipped out. They stared at me with pure contempt like they were so disgusted by what a useless dancing fatty they didnt want to make it any easier for me.
This next part is gonna sound made up but my clothes started to betray me after a few forced spins. My shirt (slightly too small, just barely covering my stretchmarked belly) kept riding up past my belly button. My pants (a size too big, knowing id fill them out eventually) kept sliding down revealing my underwear. With my one free hand i had to switch between pulling my shirt down then pulling my pants up over and over. My face was beet red and i was looking at the ground but i heard them start cackling mercilessly as that happened. (I had known the clothes were going to be a problem but was thinking Id go on making minor adjustments here and there in the background unnoticed...)
When he got bored and finally let me go, i just stood there unsure of what to do, couldnt meet anyone in the eye and hung my head in shame. I was absolutely shocked by the totality of my humiliation and how thoroughly Josh dominated me, I knew nothing I did or would ever do mattered. I was thoroughly demolished and emasculated, i might as well not exist anymore. Then one of them said "arent you the fatty who eats alone at lunch" and i knew nothing i said would make a difference in how pathetic i was at that point, so i said "yeah." And she repeated "yeah..." with an air of dismissive judgement. Then they walked away. I had thought college would be a chance to start fresh with people who didn't know my reputation...but you cant escape being a loser.
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