Why are guys so fucking clueless?
I went to the club again last night with Hassan, 2 Finnish girls, Lotta and Betra, and a German guy named Christian. First thing we do when we get there is head to the bar for our free drinks. As soon as I get mine, someone touches my shoulder. I turn around and it's the same guy I couldn't get rid of last time. Last time I was nice to him, so I figured he'd get the hint pretty quick if I just cold shouldered him. I figured wrong. First he was trying to talk to me. I said "No comprende" and walked away, though I didn't go very far cause my friends were all right there. Then he came up close to me again, this time with a lit cigarette in his hand. I made it clear (to an intelligent person, anyway) last time that I wasn't cool with him smoking near me. I pushed his hand away and he tried to hold mine. I made shoo motions and he went away for a couple minutes. Then he came back. I was walking away and he put a hand on my hip. I smacked it away and walked faster. We went to the dance floor and he comes and starts dancing with us like he's part of the group. Betra, cool girl that she is, jumps in front of him and starts dancing, pushing him out of the circle. The girl had to have done that at least 10 times throughout the night. Of course, dipshit he is, he doesn't give up. I told Hassan to stay between me and the guy. He'd try to get close to me, and I'd move quickly to the other side of our group, and round and round we go. Then Hassan says to let him through, and when he touches me, he'll "Take care of him." I didn't like it, but I went along with it. He touched me at least 3 times and Hassan didn't do shit, says he never saw him do it. I figured I'd let him touch me, then I'd punch him straight in the solar plexus. If it didn't at least hurt him, maybe he'd take a hint. Hassan kept saying I shouldn't do it though, in case he hit me back. I kept saying I didn't care if he hit me once, cause I know it wouldn't be more than that and he'd just say "Somer, you've never been hit by a guy in the face." At one point, I lost sight of the creep and then felt somebody rubbing up behind me. The shit head was trying to dance back to back with me, so I put my right hand into a fist and snapped it back, hitting him in the shoulder. I did it as hard as I could, but there's not a lot of power in a hit where you're not even facing the target. Yet it worked temporarily, with him disappearing again into the crowd, only to return a little later. I was seriously considering kissing Christian right in front of him just so he would go away, but didn't because I wasn't sure how the guy would react, if it would even make a difference, and I didn't want Christian to get the wrong idea. So instead I just danced with him, and tried to casually touch his arm a few times when shithead was getting close to me. Finally, we went to the other dance floor, and he didn't follow us there. It sucked though cause the music in their sucks and it's just not as fun of an environment. The guy totally ruined my club experience. All my friends know me for what a light weight I am. Seriously, it's insane what just 2 beers do to me. I'd had a few drinks before I got there and then the one at the bar. The creep killed my buzz before it even started. I couldn't relax cause I don't know what the guy is capable of. But the thing that REALLY pisses me off is that even though the night is over and he's away from me, I'm still fucking nervous because he told Hassan in the beginning of the night that he saw us at our dad's store. We live right upstairs from it. Now wherever I go, as long as I'm in Lleida, I'll constantly be looking over my shoulder. If I got a stalker from one fucking dance, I'm gonna be pissed as hell and have to start carrying pepper spray with me everywhere I go. I'd use the shit too. If I so much as see him around here, I'm gonna start yelling at the top of my lungs for Cataleen, a former body guard that works for my Dad now.