A peak hour ride on the Buenos Aires subway

We were like the proverbial sardines. The (as it happened young and handsome enough) guy behind me pressed his groin on my butt, his chest on my back and stabilized himself there - perfectly copying every single move I made (probably great tango follow), while I was lovingly fondling the bold head of the guy in front of me, who happened to be in the way of the only place I could hold onto. My other hand, in which i was holding my bag, was being caressed frequently but nonchalantly by yet another guy. If one doesn't get enough hugs and physical affection, I think a prolonged peak hour ride with the "subte" can be the solution.