Rubba Dub Style

Long time no post. The angry commuter was relaxing and trying to get less angry in Brazil. It worked a little bit as you can tell from the rarity of posts.
The Paris subway is well known for dirty men trying to rub their genitals against women (or other men if that's their preference) during rush hour. The defense tactics are numerous and range from placing your bag on the part that's being rubbed (front or back), trying to push the person with another part of your body, turning to your side or screaming in the subway train that a dirty man is doing something unpleasant (to which the man typically responds that the screaming woman is a crazy one.)
But since the angry commuter moved to New York seven years ago, there hasn't been any rubbing on the subway. I haven't really tried to identify reasons for this just happy that I could forget about the subway rubbing frenzy. Well, it all changed this morning.
Yes, I had to leave early for an appointment and the subway was more crowded than usual. I pushed my way in and held onto the pole (I know it's gross, I don't usually do it but had to, and I washed my hands afterwards). I was thinking the subway is really crowded today, with people too close for comfort on all sides. Oh well, I was thinking "stop complaining, you've been good for a couple of months and you might even be able to forget all together about this Angry Commuter stupid blog, so suck it up." Well, after a few seconds, I realized that the hard thing touching the middle of my butt wasn't all that normal, that the guy (short Latino man, or boy maybe, not sure) was really too close to me and that his fun was starting while I began being seriously disgusted.
I thought about placing my bag strategically, no luck, it wasn't the right shape or lenght (the bag not the hard thing). I pushed him with my shoulders but he kept coming back. I turned (his hard thing was now rubbing against my hip, very weird sensation), but he seemed to be just as pleased, continuing his rubbing session.
At the next stop, some people got out, leaving more space in the subway car and having me thinking that maybe the session was over, that it would just be too obvious. But now, rubbing man the rubber kept on rubbing like if it was the most normal thing to do on the subway. It was definitely gross but I didn't want to make a big scene.
So I just told him gently: "Can you please stop rubbing yourself against me, there's plenty of space behing you."
To which he responded: "Oh yes, sorry!" And then he moved back.
The matter was solved, there was no screaming and the rubber apologized.
And now I can't say there aren't rubbers on the New York subway but at least they are a lot more polite.