When I was a little girl, my dad warned me never to stay in a pool if I were the only female in there, “or something bad might happen.” I think that explains the odd feeling I had before the man tried to molest me.
I believe that the man did it on purpose. What were the odds that he crashed his head between my legs, and not into the side of the pool, or even my boyfriend’s crotch? This happened during a sexually charged situation. Nah, he did that on purpose.