I don't really care if anyone reads this or not, I just feel as though I have to rant since I'm pretty upset right now.
My head hurts a bit, my jaw hurts. I have to go to work in an hour.
Umm I went to the bars with a friend last night. It was a pretty quiet night, not much going on. We drank some pitchers, talked to some girls. More pitchers, some wings in there, etc.
My friend recognized one girl from class and we were introduced to her friend, whom I will now refer to as the "fucking cunt."
So we kind of hit it off with these girls, or at least it appeared that way. I suppose through drunken eyes things can be misinterpreted, distorted. We bought each other shots, talked, laughed, enjoyed ourselves.
Around here the bars close at 2am (that is, they stop serving at 2 but you can remain in the bar til about 245). We left around 245, headed back to their place which happened to be on the same street as mine.
So my friend was really hitting it off with this blonde chick, I was talking to the fucking cunt. I thought things were going well although she seemed a bit eccentric. She kept hitting me playfully as we walked, stumbled to our destination. I took it as flirtacious. She was laughing and jumping and I was doing the same.
So I flirted back. I kind of jumped and tapped her lightly, you know, just letting her know that I was interested, having a good time.
Then I got punched in the face, hard. Not a slap, not a playful jab gone wrong. A hard punch to the jaw.
I was hammered, but furious. I don't know if my friend saw this or not, I'm guessing know since he was flirting so much with the other girl. I was cursing up a storm (sober enough to feel the pain in my face). What else could I do?
Now it's the next morning and I'm getting ready for work. I'm thinking about this as I sober up. The more I think about it, the angrier I'm getting.
A phrase from the fucking cunts mouth come to mind:
"You can't handle me"
A phrase from her friend:
"She's crazy."
I suppose I'm angry for two reasons: The obvious reason, of course, I got punched in the face and I didn't deserve it. What the fuck was that bitches problem?
The second reason is a bit more complex. As I'm sitting here sipping on my seventh glass of water, I'm thinking about all the nights out at the bar, the girls I've met and chilled with, both at the bar and their apartments. And I'm realizing I often get punched in the face, just not literally. But there's that same kind of cold rejection, dismissal like I'm not worth their time, like I'm some kind of imposition.
I guess that's the best way I can describe it. I know I'll be thinking about this more (and I don't mean just last night getting hit because that's not really what this thread is about, although it clearly inspired it).
Sorry about the length of this post. I really needed to rant.
My head hurts a bit, my jaw hurts. I have to go to work in an hour.
Umm I went to the bars with a friend last night. It was a pretty quiet night, not much going on. We drank some pitchers, talked to some girls. More pitchers, some wings in there, etc.
My friend recognized one girl from class and we were introduced to her friend, whom I will now refer to as the "fucking cunt."
So we kind of hit it off with these girls, or at least it appeared that way. I suppose through drunken eyes things can be misinterpreted, distorted. We bought each other shots, talked, laughed, enjoyed ourselves.
Around here the bars close at 2am (that is, they stop serving at 2 but you can remain in the bar til about 245). We left around 245, headed back to their place which happened to be on the same street as mine.
So my friend was really hitting it off with this blonde chick, I was talking to the fucking cunt. I thought things were going well although she seemed a bit eccentric. She kept hitting me playfully as we walked, stumbled to our destination. I took it as flirtacious. She was laughing and jumping and I was doing the same.
So I flirted back. I kind of jumped and tapped her lightly, you know, just letting her know that I was interested, having a good time.
Then I got punched in the face, hard. Not a slap, not a playful jab gone wrong. A hard punch to the jaw.
I was hammered, but furious. I don't know if my friend saw this or not, I'm guessing know since he was flirting so much with the other girl. I was cursing up a storm (sober enough to feel the pain in my face). What else could I do?
Now it's the next morning and I'm getting ready for work. I'm thinking about this as I sober up. The more I think about it, the angrier I'm getting.
A phrase from the fucking cunts mouth come to mind:
"You can't handle me"
A phrase from her friend:
"She's crazy."
I suppose I'm angry for two reasons: The obvious reason, of course, I got punched in the face and I didn't deserve it. What the fuck was that bitches problem?
The second reason is a bit more complex. As I'm sitting here sipping on my seventh glass of water, I'm thinking about all the nights out at the bar, the girls I've met and chilled with, both at the bar and their apartments. And I'm realizing I often get punched in the face, just not literally. But there's that same kind of cold rejection, dismissal like I'm not worth their time, like I'm some kind of imposition.
I guess that's the best way I can describe it. I know I'll be thinking about this more (and I don't mean just last night getting hit because that's not really what this thread is about, although it clearly inspired it).
Sorry about the length of this post. I really needed to rant.
