I went out to a local bar tonight hoping to meet up with some friends (a couple of them were still in class when I headed out) and see that cute guy I saw last weekend again. Neither happened for various reasons. I was only out for an hour, so that may have been a huge factor in neither one happening.
Why only an hour when the night is still young? It's because when certain people get drunk, they fail to comprehend that no means get the fuck away from me. I had brought a book with me in order to kill the time and to use as an excuse not to talk to guys that I was absolutely not interested in conversing with (after all, I wanted to make sure that I was free to hit on the cute guy if I saw him). That isn't to say that I'm a complete anti-social bitch. A couple of people asked me about what I was reading and I chatted with them a bit about the book and why I liked it. Then, a drunken asshole came over and asked me if I wanted to dance, while essentially pushing his crotch into my knee (I was sitting on a bar stool). I said no, with a look and tone that implied that I was not interested in talking to him. He wouldn't leave me alone, or give me any personal space. Not wanting to end up being sexually harassed and not having any friends around to protect me/help me get rid of the creeper, I left as quickly as possible. It was definitely a "Danger, Will Robinson!" moment.
Men out there, please remember to be respectful of a lady's personal space, even if you want to bang her. Also, if she says no, don't push the issue. Thank you.
So, yeah, no cute guy sighting, but I'll live, as I always seem to. Speaking of guys, I'm over that one crush I had. All it took was time and space, like it always does. As well as acceptance of fate. If it was meant to develop into something, then things would have happened differently than they did. But they didn't, and that's that. Upwards and onwards...or however that phrase goes.
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