Task 4

Task: Meet boys. Don't be mean to them. Don't be sarcastic. Try smiling.

Last night I went to Geneseo to visit my friend in her environment and to check out the legendary IB bar/barn. Before we left we went to a gathering filled with prime test subjects for my task at hand: Boys. Boys who play sports, who look manly, who were Indian, and who I would generally treat with very little respect. I was perfectly civil and courteous. I spoke with Person T for a long time and found him boring, but pleasant. I spoke with Person J for a bit longer and he was less boring but lacking substance. I spoke with Person T for an even shorter period of time and found his music interests to be most excellent. These were all experiences which I found to be mediocre. No one made me feel like flying and I felt no emotional, intellectual or physical connection. Typical of my interactions with most men to date.

The IB was something else. It was an experience in which I found myself constantly having to defend my territory, and by territory, I mean my body. The place was packed full of writhing bodies, and the music was vibrating through the floorboards. My darling friend pulled us all into the mass of moving bodies and I found myself amidst many people. I found myself feeling uncomfortable on several occasions. To name a few: I do not enjoy having myself grabbed without any sort of preparation or reason. I do not like being touched in my crotch region whilst dancing. I do not want hands to find their way into my pants! And finally, I most definitely do not enjoy having my face eaten off.

Results Analysis:

Confusion. Distrust still remains.