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Journal Entry #5
Jan. 10th, 2019 11:48 amCW: harassment, drunk people
1. I went downtown to go drinking with an old coworker/friend. The moment I stepped in the bar, I had some dude wave me over. Me, being a bit of a moron, assumed I must know him from somewhere and just have forgotten, and I let him buy me a $1 beer. My friend and I start talking, and this guy (who is very drunk, and who I definitely do Not know), keeps pressing in on me, and I- like a moron, try to talk to him too, because I feel bad for letting him buy me a drink.
Anyway, he gets super, super, grabby and keeps telling me how much he wants to kiss me. I tell him I have a boyfriend, and he tells me that he doesn't give a sh*t. Everyone else kind of stares uncomfortably at the two of us, and I have to leave the bar. I think someone was following me for a bit, but I could be mistaken; I was a bit shaken, and it was very dark.
My friend and I go to another bar, where we run into our guy friend, and a good hour or two later we head back to the first bar. My two friends check to make sure Drunk Guy is gone- he is- so we go back in to drink a little more. Drunk guy shows back up, but the Guy friend is there, and I worry less. (Guy friend knows how to handle people like Drunk Guy, whereas the only thing I know how to do is leave) Drunk guy tries to grab me, Guy friend tell him to keep his hands to himself, and Drunk Guy does, thank god.
Anyway, beyond that, last night was super fun; I used to work in the back of a bar, and because of that, I used to go drinking once or twice a week (much more often than I usually do). It was cool; I'd always wanted a bit of the nightlife experience, and I'm not gonna lie- I enjoyed every second. I love bar culture, even if sometimes you have to navigate drunks with boners.
1. I went downtown to go drinking with an old coworker/friend. The moment I stepped in the bar, I had some dude wave me over. Me, being a bit of a moron, assumed I must know him from somewhere and just have forgotten, and I let him buy me a $1 beer. My friend and I start talking, and this guy (who is very drunk, and who I definitely do Not know), keeps pressing in on me, and I- like a moron, try to talk to him too, because I feel bad for letting him buy me a drink.
Anyway, he gets super, super, grabby and keeps telling me how much he wants to kiss me. I tell him I have a boyfriend, and he tells me that he doesn't give a sh*t. Everyone else kind of stares uncomfortably at the two of us, and I have to leave the bar. I think someone was following me for a bit, but I could be mistaken; I was a bit shaken, and it was very dark.
My friend and I go to another bar, where we run into our guy friend, and a good hour or two later we head back to the first bar. My two friends check to make sure Drunk Guy is gone- he is- so we go back in to drink a little more. Drunk guy shows back up, but the Guy friend is there, and I worry less. (Guy friend knows how to handle people like Drunk Guy, whereas the only thing I know how to do is leave) Drunk guy tries to grab me, Guy friend tell him to keep his hands to himself, and Drunk Guy does, thank god.
Anyway, beyond that, last night was super fun; I used to work in the back of a bar, and because of that, I used to go drinking once or twice a week (much more often than I usually do). It was cool; I'd always wanted a bit of the nightlife experience, and I'm not gonna lie- I enjoyed every second. I love bar culture, even if sometimes you have to navigate drunks with boners.
