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leaving the bar tonight, was out with my buddy but he was on the prowl, wasn't in the mood to play wingman. walking to my car and an suv rolls up, two guys in it. one of them calls out something but i ignore it.
"hey!" he yells. whatever.
"whats up?"
"whose bartending?"
"i dont know, i don't come here much, but it sucks, i wouldn't even bother going in. waste of time"
"where are you going?" he asks. giv eme a break.
"home"
"you know you're hot?"
"yeah, i know"
"so where are you going?"
"home, bro. bedtime." i thought i made that clear.
he reaches out the window to touch my face, i block his arm and smack it away, backing up. adrenaline's kicking in.
"don't touch me!" i can hear my voice, it sounds scared. since when have i ever been afraid of some bullshit like this?
"woah..." him and his buddy look at each other. "what's that about baby girl? you been smacked around a little, huh?"
i'm shaking, i try to act tough. "i don't know you, don't touch me." and i walk away.
he calls out, "you've got beautiful lips" and my hands are shaking so hard i can hardly open my car door, but i'm trying to hurry. glance back and he's half outta the truck, finally get in and lock the door, he's standing behind my car. take a deep breath. i'm fine, i'm in my car, its locked. i'm safe. if nothing else, i'll blast the horn, someone will hear me.
get my keys in the ignition and start backing out. he doesn't move. okay, i think. slow down but keep it in reverse. i'm not gonna let any man pull any bullshit ever again. he finally backs out, jumps into the truck.
they follow me halfway home, i think fine, you want to play these games? make a detour and pull into the police station. they keep going. i wait a minute, hoping nobody comes out of the station. i don't need bullshit, i just want them to stop following me. they keep going so i take the back way outta there, get home.
start crying on the way. why the hell do i have to be so afraid of men? why can't they just be decent? i hate this. i hate it so fucking much. i was out to have a good time tonight, to relax with my buddy, do my thing... why this? why don't these assholes just leave me alone? i need to get outta here.
"hey!" he yells. whatever.
"whats up?"
"whose bartending?"
"i dont know, i don't come here much, but it sucks, i wouldn't even bother going in. waste of time"
"where are you going?" he asks. giv eme a break.
"home"
"you know you're hot?"
"yeah, i know"
"so where are you going?"
"home, bro. bedtime." i thought i made that clear.
he reaches out the window to touch my face, i block his arm and smack it away, backing up. adrenaline's kicking in.
"don't touch me!" i can hear my voice, it sounds scared. since when have i ever been afraid of some bullshit like this?
"woah..." him and his buddy look at each other. "what's that about baby girl? you been smacked around a little, huh?"
i'm shaking, i try to act tough. "i don't know you, don't touch me." and i walk away.
he calls out, "you've got beautiful lips" and my hands are shaking so hard i can hardly open my car door, but i'm trying to hurry. glance back and he's half outta the truck, finally get in and lock the door, he's standing behind my car. take a deep breath. i'm fine, i'm in my car, its locked. i'm safe. if nothing else, i'll blast the horn, someone will hear me.
get my keys in the ignition and start backing out. he doesn't move. okay, i think. slow down but keep it in reverse. i'm not gonna let any man pull any bullshit ever again. he finally backs out, jumps into the truck.
they follow me halfway home, i think fine, you want to play these games? make a detour and pull into the police station. they keep going. i wait a minute, hoping nobody comes out of the station. i don't need bullshit, i just want them to stop following me. they keep going so i take the back way outta there, get home.
start crying on the way. why the hell do i have to be so afraid of men? why can't they just be decent? i hate this. i hate it so fucking much. i was out to have a good time tonight, to relax with my buddy, do my thing... why this? why don't these assholes just leave me alone? i need to get outta here.
IonaJ
I know what you mean i jump 5 feet high if someone yells from their car at me when i walk down the street ..i dont understand why they feel the need to make it a public event! Its not funny.
deleted_user
i agree men are such piggs and i am a man you should not have to put up with that bullshit i dont blame you for being afraid you were threatened think about carring mace pepper spray
deleted_user
Some men,not all are real idiots.Ive had them slap my arse as ive walked past,shout things and ive had one who lifted me off my feet and take me down an alley.I have never been so scared.But now im older and wiser.These things usually happen when im in pubs and clubs i think drink plays a huge part in the way they act.I try to ignore most of it and if not they get a slap.Im not tough like you i get scared but i hide it.
deleted_user
I think after that experience I would learn to use a gun.
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