There was this one girl sitting next to me for the first act who had to keep leaning over to talk to Elise, who was on the other side of me and removed by one person. Apparently, to get to the right angle to make comments to her, she needed to stretch out past me so that her breasts were wedged up against the hands i had folded politely in my lap. The first time she did this i was rather embarrassed but couldn’t move my hands without essentially feeling her up along the way. On subsequent leanings over i attempted to shift my hands, but every time they were assaulted by cleavage. This was all very upsetting because i had no intention on hitting on any random Penn students, and i couldn’t very well just sit there and have breasts imposed upon me without flirting with their owner a bit. Wow, i think i’m a chauvinist now. Anyhow, we all switched seats at the end of the first act, which left me next to the person i had been planning on flirting with in one of those situations where i couldn’t decide whether or not to put my arm around her. Yes, i suck. No, you don’t have to remind me again.