Another Belly Rub

So that guy at work, Tony, gave me another belly rub today. As I was leaving work I saw him and he immediately started freaking our over my stomach. He got down on his knees and started rubbing my belly (and cute shirt I might add) with his very dirty hands. It was more the thought of his dirty hands wrecking my shirt than the belly rub that had me uncomfortable. He kept rubbing my belly and saying God Bless you and your baby. He even kissed my belly in a triangle as if it was sort of ritual. It was a bit much, but again, his genuineness made me think it was a little strange, but harmless. 


I went to say bye to my dad before I left and told him the story. He thought it was so weird and I had to agree. We both agreed that maybe it is a cultural thing (Tony is from Mexico). After saying goodnight to my dad, I went to clock out. Someone was blocking the machine, so I said excuse me. Tony was sitting there and saw the guy was in my way. He moved him and had this look on his face like "How dare anyone be in the way of this woman and her child" as if I am a saint deserving of constant praise, worship, and special attention. Then as I was clocking out he knelt down again (with quite a few other employees in the lunch room watching) and began kissing my belly again. I politely said I had to go and clocked out. This time his kisses were slobbery (he got my nice t-shit wet!) and it totally grossed me out and made me uncomfortable. It was one thing to rub my belly on occasion, but making out with it every time the guy sees me is way crossing the line! I clocked out and got my butt out of there as quickly as possible. I was kind of in shock and found it was a very difficult situation because I wanted to stand up for myself, but at the same time I didn't want to make a scene at work in front of a bunch of other employees. 


When I told Nic and my family about it later we all got a good laugh about it (I mean most pregnant women have had their belly rubbed by a stranger, but most people haven't had their belly practically licked!), but I think we were all a bit disturbed as well. My dad suggested I mention it to HR so they can handle it without me having to be mean or make a scene at work, which I think is a good way to go. Hopefully that is the last make-out session my belly bump will have to encounter.