It was dark. Someone took my hand. I followed, saying to myself: I trust Ben, I trust Ben. Through the door it was darker, and someone whispered dryly in my ear: "We are here."
Sometimes we made friends for just one evening, sometimes we made friends for life, all because we decided to trust strangers, and for them to trust us.
I Let a Total Stranger in the Gym Crack My Back, and I Realized I Am SO Tired of Not Trusting People
Because I am female and alive, whenever a male stranger tries to touch me, my response is deep skepticism blended with a touch of panic.