I was in the park yesterday with DCs. They were off playing and I was sitting on a bench in the sun mumsnetting.
An elderly man sits down next to me and starts chatting. I don't particularly want to talk to him - I was enjoying the relative peace and quiet - but I think I may as well be polite. We chat for a while, small talk about his family, where we live, what football team he supports etc. All perfectly pleasant.
DC come over - they want to leave. 'Lovely to meet you'd, I say to the man. 'Lovely to meet you too, I'm Dennis' And he puts out his hand to shake. 'Twiceover', I say and shake his hand. I go to take my hand back. He holds onto it. Awks. He continues to talk to me, now holding my hand. And I...do nothing. Except squirm in embarassment and try and end the conversation as soon as I can so I can escape.
All in all a complete non-incident. Nothing happened. I wasn't upset, just mildly embarrassed and irritated.
And yet now I think why didn't I say something? I wasnt happy with him continuing to hold my hand. I'm generally pretty assertive and direct. I could easily have politely said 'please let go of my hand ' or even quite abruptly 'give me back my hand!' I didn't want to be rude or upset him so I just sat there nodding and smiling politely while he held my hand. But why did my need to be polite and not embarrass him trump my own need not to have my boundaries crossed? Why was I so worried about upsetting someone who was invading my personal space?
So WIBU not to say anything or was it so inconsequential it would have been odd to call him out on it?