So, Nerdlets, I now have proof that sometimes, all dating advice has to be thrown out the window and a person has to follow their gut. I broke my own rule. And here’s the story.
I was at the club recently, and I was dancing all night, so by bar-close, I was a sweaty, disgusting mess (literally. There was a tiny little tyrant on the dance floor who kept looking at me and saying “work it!” and I didn’t know what “it” was, but I sure as hell tried!). I did what any rational girl used to colder weather would do, I walked outside without my coat and immediately took off my heeled boots and socks. Now, it was somewhere around 30 degrees or so, but I felt perfectly fine, and as I was walking with my friend to my car (I had not been drinking, really, and was nowhere near drunk) I got stopped by a guy. He was not my usual type, I tend to go for tall and skinny, but he was persistent, and we fell into conversation. Now he had had more than a few, but I sincerely enjoy screwing with drunk people, so I started questioning him on everything from his views on life to his heritage. I’m an extremely fast talker and I’m pretty witty and smart (if I do say so myself) and this guy’s drunkenness couldn’t keep up with me (so says my friend and I), but despite his inebriation and my mind-fucking, he was gentlemanly. He slipped my coat on my shoulders when I started to shiver without realizing it, and he told his friend to treat me like a lady when his friend was teasing me (little does this guy know that I’m a lot of things, but I’m definitely not a lady 🙂 ) Now, this man would not let me walk away, and I was about to give him a fake number, when he grabbed me, lightly pushed me into a window of the club, and kissed me. That changed my tune. Apparently all I need is the thrill that comes with a little bit of force, and I’m a goner (Now, not all women are like this, and if I had said no and this guy had persisted, I would have given my friend the signal to get me out of there, screamed loud enough to draw a crowd, or clocked him and walked away. Remember, a tiny amount of force only works on those who actually want it. If your partner doesn’t want it, respect that and move on). So I gave this guy my real number and we are going out this week.
He seemed very nice when we were talking and he was sober, so I guess we’ll see what comes of me breaking my own rules. I figure there are enough outs to get this guy off my back if he turns out to be a creeper (remember, numbers can be blocked, last names shouldn’t be given out right away, and always take the long way home in case you are followed by the creeper, and creepers can be any gender). And hey, it’s a date, not a marriage. It was an interesting night, though, so hopefully another interesting night is in my future! Wish me luck!