Is He Anybody's Type?

Story Submitted by Jacqueline:

Harvey and I agreed to meet in front of a bar.  I had been waiting outside for a little bit when the door to the place opened and out walked Harvey, obviously already a bit sloshed.  We had planned to do dinner and drinks, but at this point, I figured we could skip right to dinner.

We exchanged pleasantries, and he said, "Can I give you a hug?"

Before I could stop him, his arms were around me and he was pressing himself against me, right on the street.  I was less than a second from pushing him away when he stuck his hand down my pants and gave me a colossal wedgie.

"Ha!" he said, and I planted punches on either side of his head.  He released me immediately, spun, and face-planted himself into the bar's door.

I waited for a moment to make sure that he was conscious, and then I left.  He wasn't my type.