When do you ask for consent

 I was standing at a stop

Waiting for my bus to arrive

A fine young gentleman approached and asked for my number

 I hesitate before I decline

He says, '”but, I am a nice guy”

As he takes a step closer

towering over my frame with all his height.

I flinch, afraid, I peer around for help.

None are at this stop

‘Cept the bus that comes on.

I hold my bag close and run away.

It has been a hectic week 

I meet up with a friend to catch up

We have a drink or two in us

As we move to cook a joined meal

His hands move to the rhythm of beats

Onto the low of my back

He pulls me closer 

I brake with both my palms

“ But I am a nice guy, you should give me a chance”

He says, as he continues to pull me in closer 

I push hard and lock myself in the room.

Was coming back from a celebration the other night with a friend

We must have had some drinks

As one hand on wheel, his other found mine

I push away, I flinch 

“But I am a nice guy” 

He says, as his hand continues to graze my knee

I make myself small, 

Wish I could turn into a ball so small

That his hand would finally stop reaching me.

But they are all nice guys,

I guess it was my fault.

For being out,

For being friends,

For trusting another human being of basic respect.