| January 25th was one of the best nights of my life, and it has come back to haunt me.
That day I went out around 5pm to eat at a restaurant alone. I don't have many friends...I ended up meeting this really great girl. She was pretty, tall (5'6-7), and dark hair. She was 23 and laughed at all my jokes. I could tell she was girlfriend material so I made it known to her that she was girlfriend material. We talked until about 10pm and then parted ways. I was wired so I went to my neighborhood bar and found my brother there with his girlfriend and her friends. That's when I met 33. 33 looked just like 23 only she was ten years older. I knew who 33 was, but I had never met her. I knew she was a freak, my brother told me stories. So I was game if she was--and she was.
I had my first one night stand in a few months(since I made a thread about one night stands).
That was that with 33.
The next week I hung out with 23 almost every single day, she was amazing, it was amazing. Everything went perfectly until today.
Today 23 was meeting me at my local bar. I walked in and at the entrance was my favorite bartender. I stopped and talked. While I chatted I glanced around and saw my brother and his girlfriend sitting with friends so I waved. 23 walked up to me and I gave her her kiss on the cheek then introduced her to the bartender. We stood there and talked until all of a sudden I hear
"Hey f*cking small dick!"
I knew that was directed at me. Not because I have a small dick(believe what you will) but because I think people can tell when someone is yelling at you specifically and It was my time. The Bar/Restaurant wasn't loud, obnoxious, or anything. It wasn't late and it's a Tuesday.
I turned to see 33 sitting at the bar smiling. I didn't get defensive, I didn't know I suppose to. I didn't know her sense of humor, maybe that was just her so I waved. That's when the onslaught began.
I posted earlier in the homosexuality thread about people assuming i'm gay. well, if I were, this would have been a very traumatizing experience to say the least. 33 stood up from her barstool and started saying the worst explicit and derogatory names at me referring to my sexuality. (I wrote it out but deleted it because it's just too horrible). She spat on me twice, tried to choke me then scratched me.
The worst part was 23 tried to intervene, to "protect me" and that made me feel horrible. I couldn't believe I created this drama.
It felt like 20minutes, but it was only a few moments of torture. I looked at my bartender and without words I knew what he asked me. I nodded and he grabbed 33 and threw her out of the bar/restaurant.
Words don't hurt me, they don't phase me. But what really bothers me is people hearing these words and assuming it's true. People coming up to me and asking me if i'm okay. those things really bother me. I'm clearly a narcissist but I don't care. These girls are a buck twenty soaking wet, my arm weighs that much. I didn't care what she was saying, I cared that she was saying it in a room full of people, many who know me.
Anyway, i tried to sit around with my brother for a few minutes but I couldn't. I went home...alone. i feel horrible for everything. I don't even want to see 23 again, I'm embarrassed that she had to witness such a thing with me. How do i get over this? adrenaline is running through me.
PS
I've heard stories about 33. She has one night stands all the fucking time. I didn't do anything that she wasn't used to. she knows where I live, she has my number. she didn't call me so I don't know why she's pissed. |
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