I was 13 the first time a boy ever propositioned me with “hand-holding.”
It was the summer before my 8th grade year and a bunch of us were watching The Village in theaters. (You know, back when M. Night could still use his name in movie trailers without an entire audience erupting into groans.)
I guess the boy didn’t really “ask” so much as say if I wanted to hold hands… it’d be cool with him.
To which I replied, “Oh. Okay.”
And then continued to sit there with my hands in my lap.