I am irresistible to drunk people
The other day, some guy felt me up outside a restaurant bathroom. Fun!
It was no later than 4:00 in the afternoon, and Caroline and I went to have a drink at the restaurant where her Czech language assistant/friend works part time. I put away a liter of beer, which was the most I'd had to drink in nearly two months, and I felt a little tipsy.
I went to use the bathroom (a liter of beer can make that necessary), and as I reached for the door of the women's room, a man came teetering out of the men's. He had dark hair and a mustache and looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. He started speaking to me.
I had no idea what language he was speaking, but he mentioned Slovakia at least twice, so common sense suggests it was Slovak. I told him, "Sorry, I don't understand," to which he said "English, English?" but then continued to speak in Slovak.
He was clearly intoxicated, but because I was too, I found myself more curious than concerned. Plus, I thought it would be rude to just walk away.
And then he, you know, touched me. It was just a single finger and so light, that I, at first, thought that he only meant to point at me, but when he went for boob number two, I was pretty sure it was intentional. Yes, I am a very smart girl.
Afterwards, he kissed his fingers, and I sort of backed into the bathroom, saying, "Sorry, sorry, sorry." I thought he might follow me in there, but he didn't.
He was, however, sitting on a bench outside when Caroline and I left, and when he saw me, he tried to talk to me, but Caroline quickly ushered me away. I had, of course, relayed the story to her and remarked that I didn't know what he was trying to say to me.
She looked at me like I was dense and said, "Uhh, he was telling you that he likes your boobs and he wants to take you back to his country and marry you."
"Oh."
And then she gave me that Kate-you-are-so-naive look that I see way too often. I should really do something about that.
It was no later than 4:00 in the afternoon, and Caroline and I went to have a drink at the restaurant where her Czech language assistant/friend works part time. I put away a liter of beer, which was the most I'd had to drink in nearly two months, and I felt a little tipsy.
I went to use the bathroom (a liter of beer can make that necessary), and as I reached for the door of the women's room, a man came teetering out of the men's. He had dark hair and a mustache and looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. He started speaking to me.
I had no idea what language he was speaking, but he mentioned Slovakia at least twice, so common sense suggests it was Slovak. I told him, "Sorry, I don't understand," to which he said "English, English?" but then continued to speak in Slovak.
He was clearly intoxicated, but because I was too, I found myself more curious than concerned. Plus, I thought it would be rude to just walk away.
And then he, you know, touched me. It was just a single finger and so light, that I, at first, thought that he only meant to point at me, but when he went for boob number two, I was pretty sure it was intentional. Yes, I am a very smart girl.
Afterwards, he kissed his fingers, and I sort of backed into the bathroom, saying, "Sorry, sorry, sorry." I thought he might follow me in there, but he didn't.
He was, however, sitting on a bench outside when Caroline and I left, and when he saw me, he tried to talk to me, but Caroline quickly ushered me away. I had, of course, relayed the story to her and remarked that I didn't know what he was trying to say to me.
She looked at me like I was dense and said, "Uhh, he was telling you that he likes your boobs and he wants to take you back to his country and marry you."
"Oh."
And then she gave me that Kate-you-are-so-naive look that I see way too often. I should really do something about that.