It's a Tuesday night, student night at my mate's local bar.
With cheap drinks, a younger crowd than the clubs in the city and it being easy walking distance from the place we're all crashing it's our best bet for a nights fun.
Pre-drinking before we walk up there we chat about mutual friends, occasionally interrupting ourselves to belt out a lyric from whichever song is playing. We don't care that there are other people in the building who may not like our choice of rather loud music, we're young, drunk and having fun.
The talk inevitably turns to sex.
"You gonna hook up?" Scoop nudges my side playfully with her elbow as we walk up hill, eye brows wiggling.
"I only just broke up with Nick." I can't help but laugh.
A few shrugs and shouts to "get my whore on" follow, making me grin. The happy buzzing in my head makes everything good and I'm having fun with my girls.
Security let's us in with a smile, and one of the photographers (who take pictures of the drunken fools to put on facebook, bless them) spots us.
He recognises us from previous times, and comes over for a chat and a few snaps. Gradually we make our way to the dance floor, photographer in tow, and begin to groove.
Not even two songs in and a few of the guys in the bar have joined us, not really making a move but just having fun. Someone gets a jug of beer and even I'm drunk enough to skull a cup of it, laughing at Anna upending half a jug into her mouth. Damn that girl can hold her booze!
The pleasant buzzing keeps up, sometimes stronger sometimes fading, until the floor is full and we're singing loudly along to the tunes.
A pair of hands brush against my waist, and I blow it off thinking it's just someone walking by. But they return a second later and linger. I turn and check if it's someone I know, any number of my friends could be doing it. But the drunken leer isn't one I recognise, so I inch closer to my friends.
He doesn't get the hint and grips my hips, which immediately stop moving.
Firmly I remove his hands, rolling my eyes at my mate across from me as she raises her eyebrows.
Not a moment later and he's trying again, getting in close and grinding up against me.
Without a smile I turn again and shake my head, removing his mitts yet again and mouthing "no!" at him.
But do you think he understood?
Coming to my rescue one of my guy mates grabbed me by the hips and pulled my in close to him. Seeing me kiss Tom on the cheek the dude FINALLY got the message and fucked off, leaving the whole group of us flipping him off and asking what the fuck?
Admittedly he was very drunk, but if a chick pushes you away that many times you have got to get the message...right?
Now, I'd love to say that this was the only time that's happened...but...
Last night at a club, the only one in the City that we really go to because it's free entry. Dancing and laughing at the horrible karaoke singers, and cheering for the good ones, me and some of the same friends are enjoying a night out.
I get annoyed however, when forty-something men get in dancing next to me and my nineteen year old friends, so I'm prone to snapping. Having men old enough to be my father look me up and down with a drunken smirk isn't my idea of a good time.
So much so that by the time some sleazy looking guy grabbed me forcibly by the hips my first reaction was to throw my elbow into his gut.
But, much to my disgust, even having his mates laugh at him wasn't deterrent enough to get him to stop trying to get me to dance with him.
He was okay looking, but some guys just have a certain sleazy look to their faces that makes you want to avoid them.
After another three elbowings and a yelled "FUCK OFF!" I think he got the message...and moved on to my friend.
-insert face palm here-
Knowing her pain I rescued her and we danced together until he disappeared into the depths of the bar, but all the while I was thinking "Seriously, can guys just not take a hint?"
Because it seems to me that some guys, not all but some guys, are even more stupid than I usually think. How can an elbow to the ribs be taken as a positive reaction? How can being pushed away be interpreted as "I want you"?
So to any guys who are reading this who may be guilty of the same thing, take my advice, and just stop. Save a bit of dignity and self respect and don't keep hitting on the angry girl who obviously doesn't want you.
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