I was looking forward to Friday night for the whole week – like any normal person would. Especially this week, what a hell of a time. You see I am a teacher, having six classes of roughly 26 children under the age of 7 isn’t a joke, not sure what I was thinking when I decided on this but oh well. So here we are, Friday night, going out with my friends and just blowing off some steam. Started slow with a bottle of vodka and couple of Kamakzi shots I mean why not? Finally it was time to move along to the next place. Have you ever had Four Loko? I wanna say try it, but rather not. For me it’s kind of like an eraser because I don’t remember much after downing a couple of glasses… Maybe I should’ve not downed but rather drink like a classy lady? Meh, too late now. Add some cheap tequila shots and I was dancing like no one was looking, shaking my booty as if there would be no tomorrow. (I can’t believe I just said booty) Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and all alcohol consumed must be thrown up. Last night marks the fourth time I have had to escape being possibly raped since moving here.. Sadly I don’t remember how it ended up like that, one moment I was dancing and the next I was making out with a random guy. The main problem with this being I am an out and proud lesbian, but let’s not get into that subject now. Finally being able to push him away I went to fetch my coat and go home, so over the night. And who decides to follow me? You guessed it – the guy. I don’t even know his name. Anyhow, he didn’t let me out of his sights or grip until we reached outside. Nope that’s wrong, outside he pushed me against the wall and stuck his hand down my pants. What’s a drunk girl to do? On the one hand I’m trying to push him away and on the other hand I was trying to order a taxi. Very few things scarier than a man whispering ”I am going to fuck you…I want to fuck you” while not letting you go and touching you where he ought not to be touching. I wanted to die in that moment. Luckily some people walked passed and I was able to push him off me. One taxi and one horrible hangover later and all I’m left with is emotional scars, what fun.
But I guess that is life..
Liz Life 