Note to Self: You Are Not Gisele Bundchen

On my way to work today, strutting as I do, self-importantly, towards the bus stop, I was instantly infuriated by the touch of another hand on mine. Said hand belonged to an individual walking next to me who was, and this was the bit that infuriated me most, male. I do not react kindly to male touch. Put it down to being a woman, being a victim of child abuse or being just plain narcissist. In any case, there I was accosting the individual with a few rude sentences, with the f word thrown in for good measure. Imagine my surprise when he defends and justifies himself saying that it was I who was swinging her hands about all over the place and 'not to talk like a loose person'. Loose, in Tamil slang, meaning mentally unstable, not sexually promiscuous (or so I hope).
As he then stalked off, leaving me opening and shutting my mouth like a fish, I realised maybe I ought to not speak too soon. Eh?