I played nice. I made chit chat though I didn't really want to talk. I don't really talk much or make eye contact. Eye contact terrifies me. Deeply. The only time I do talk without feeling socially required to do so is either when the subject at hand interests me OR I'm extremely tired (this one confuses people). Suffice to say, I gave you much more than I could give.
None of that was an invitation for you to put your arm around me or rub my lower back. I know you meant to do it too. The intensity of your touch said "I'm not worried about her moving away cause I have a good grip on her". Newsflash: it's not okay to touch others without their permission. Like, never.
It's been over an hour and I can still feel you on me. I'm squirming from the uncomfortable feeling where you touched me. It will probably take five hundred years of baths to get rid of your filthy entitled touch.
Next I see you and you touch me again without my permission, I may just risk my job to beat your face in good.