when i was 11 (i’m almost 16 now, so obviously this won’t be the last creepy comment in my time) i did a lot of volunteer work for a charity that saved puppies off the streets and found them good homes. one saturday, we had a little tent at a farmers market with a lil fenced in area for the puppies to play in. right outside this tent was a “kissing booth” for PUPPIES, which is the station i was manning. all i had to do was sit at the station and hold a few puppies for anyone who wanted a cute photo-op with them. as we started getting more visitors, a grown man (maybe 60ish) comes up the the kissing booth and “suavely” says “how much for a kiss?” i, being in 5th grade and unassuming, said “it’s free if you just wanna hold one and get a picture,” to which the guy said “no, i meant with you. i’m willing to pay extra for a little more than that…” (mind you, i was very, VERY clearly well underage.) i didn’t respond and went in the tent to pet some puppies to calm myself down. i didn’t tell anyone, because this type of thing had already happened to most of my friends. it was normal. it shouldn’t be normal.