I went to see my friend play at a pub outside of town last night.
We got up had a couple of singalongs and had a bit of jam.
Singing with Matt is super fun, he’s like my big brother who’s just super at music.
Anyhoo, whilst I was sat watching the rest of Matt’s set my bag fell on the floor, some of the contents fell out which I tried to collect back.
Some blokes scrambled to pick it up, it was a piece of paper.
They started reading it, my shopping list, some instructions for my dogs medication, some personal notes that mean nothing to anyone besides myself… So I snatched it out of their hands and took it back.
If my purse had fallen out of my bag would you go rummaging through that as well??
From this moment on I was literally not left alone for the rest of the night.
I was constantly questioned by a guy about all sorts of bollocks like: why did I drive here? Why aren’t I drinking? And how these two are linked, I should drink and leave my car at the pub.
This inconvenience to him as I refused to have him buy me a drink … no not only do I only want 1 pint which I have already drunk, I can buy it myself.
I do not want to be in debt to you, or accept your drink because that will mean you think I want to:
give you my number,
sleep with you,
spend further time with you
Fancy you
Want to get drunk and leave the love of my life .. My car… Outside a dank pub.
Then, I felt compelled to say I didn’t have a boyfriend but had just split up with someone, as he asked if I had a boyfriend then and that was why I didn’t want a drink from him… What I wanted to say was, no, I don’t have a boyfriend, I want a boyfriend, but I want a boyfriend that gives me the horn so bad I’m a walking slip n slide and full of all the love and light in the world…and I get pestered constantly by blokes thinking they can fucking have me, date me, win me.
They literally fuck me off.
Messaging me with shit at 2am,
oh hey how are you?
Long time no see?!
What are you still doing up?
What are you wearing?
Wanna go for a drink?
Oh you’re hot, oh I’ve always had the horn for you..blah blah.
Fuck off. The answers to all of the above are as follows:
It’s 2am, I’ve just finished work lugging PA systems about, singing for some people at their wedding or grandmas 70th birthday party.
I’m fucking tired and want to go to sleep. Yeah long time no see cos you’re an asshole and you’ve only just remembered I exist because you split up with some girl and you recognise I’ve been single for time so I must be up for a fuck.
My pyjamas and a dressing gown.
No, I can’t think of anything I’d rather not do with you.
Am I? Have you? Why didn’t you say before? Why does it have to be YOU saying this as opposed to someone who might actually want to love and respect me?!
I know I’m not an oil painting.
But come the fuck on.
I’ve been followed several times as well - I came home from Reading on the train and a guy sat next to me… On a fucking empty train. I made my excuses and hid in the toilet for the rest of the journey. He then got off at my stop and followed me a good mile before intercepting me and asking me if I wanted to go out with him sometime… Was me hiding in the loo and running out of the train station to get home not enough of a hint that you’re creepy as fuck!??
Another time I was in town, walking to the river for a nice stroll and some ice cream.. Now at the time Wetherspoons used to have packs of matches on the bar that had a design where you could write your number on the back and pass it to whomever you fancied…you know when smoking was sexy…
I noticed an older man was following me. I wasn’t sure, he could have been walking through town…so I weaved across town in an obscure journey and sure enough he followed. I walked him down to in front of Waitrose beneath the front door where there was sure to be cctv and turned and said why the fuck are you following me!? I got my phone out and said I was calling the police. He then handed me a pack of fucking wetherspoon matches and said oh well maybe you’d like to call me sometime.
I laughed in his face and threw the matches at him. I was 16 years old. This man was about 50.
Asshole. I was so scared.
What the hell is wrong with you!?