Well, maybe it influenced me a little more than I thought.

As I mentioned in my last post, before my angry rant about my WoW-jacker, someone molested me right away in Second Life. I brushed it off as a sort of "Well, that was weird" incident, but I think it might deserve more elaboration. Well, that and it's the most interesting thing I can think to talk about right now.

I was standing in a starting area. I looked remarkably confused, so someone who was apparently stationed there to greet people sent me some notecards with basic game facts on them. I was standing there, reading them, and not talking or moving or anything. I'm not sure how or if Second Life displays being AFK, but it's possible this guy thought I was.

I was the prototype girl in the pink dress. I think she's called "the girl next door." He was some guy in a suit, with nothing distinctive about him. He touched my lovely lady lumps. I stood there silently, because I was way, way too confused to do anything about it. Same thing happened in a bar in Germany. Long story. Finally, I managed to simply press the down arrow and step back from him.

This week, I went back to try it again. I was walking around the area where the free clothing is, trying everything on. I found an adorable outfit with a micro-skirt and a cat shirt that showed my midriff, but felt too undressed after only a few minutes, and had to go back and try to find something else. Eventually, I found the option to edit and create your own clothing, and so I made my shirt as long as possible. I couldn't find a skirt that was long enough, so I created plain black slacks. Soon I found a dark gray hoodie with just a few purple stars on the front. So, I stepped back to see how I looked, and it struck me that I looked rather like someone who had in fact just been molested and was now trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible.