Horny Brit and Guilty Kate
So, after oversleeping for my new job on Tuesday, what should I have done the following day to correct this mistake and begin to make a winning impression on my coworkers?
A. I should have arrived at work super early to make up the time.
B. I should have brought some delicious breakfast goodies to the office to emphasize my regret.
C. I should have disappeared early from my coworker's Wednesday night concert and gone home with some man I met just a few hours before.
Option C, please.
...Ugh.
Sooo, I went out with my new coworkers on Wednesday night because one of them fronts a reggae/hip hop band that is really fantastic and gaining popularity here in Prague. Some of my coworkers brought along friends, one of whom was a 25-year-old British man who we will call "Timmy."
Timmy and I didn't really pay special attention to each other for most of the evening. In fact, aside from exchanging polite introductions early on, we pretty much ignored each other. That is until he had about a keg's worth of beer in him and I accidentally bumped into him from behind. I apologized, and he said something like, "Yes, you should be very sorry for standing behind me." I smiled and thought that would be the end of that but he was drunk enough to think that this was an excellent opportunity to make a move.
So he stood right in front of me, started dancing, and then took my hand and placed it on his hip. I found this really awkward and uncomfortable, but I figured it was harmless so I didn't protest.
A few minutes later, he asked if I would "take a walk" with him, and we proceeded to walk all of 5 meters and then sit at the back of the club and he tried to talk to me, but it was so loud that my response to everything he said was, "What!?"
He asked if I would take another walk with him, and I figured that we'd go somewhere quieter, which, we did, but that some place quieter was outside, and this was something that I definitely did not want.
And I think it's at this point that I really screwed up, because I knew that I had absolutely no intentions of sleeping with this guy but he figured that his chances for sex were excellent because I had left with him. I thought I was being polite to not refuse him but it would have been far more polite for me to turn him down inside the club and allow him the opportunity to hook up with some other girl. Because once we were outside, he had placed all of his incredibly horny eggs into my completely uninterested basket, and he had no desire then to just shake my hand and let me disappear into the night.
So we walked about half a block, and Timmy told me that his apartment was nearby and that we should at least get on the tram and head in that direction and if I changed my mind, I didn't have to go anywhere with him. So I politely said ok.
Then he obviously thought we should get off at his stop. And walk to his building. And go upstairs. And into his room. And the whole time I was thinking, "This is bad, bad, bad," because I didn't want to be there but all of my attempts to politely refuse him were themselves refuted, and before I knew it, I was standing by his bed and he was shutting the door and dimming the lights.
And then he dropped his pants and all of the foolishness and politeness that had gotten me into his room couldn't make me stick around for that. I beelined for his door, apologizing all the way, and took off. He caught up with me on the stairs and said that he would walk me back to the tram, but this was a lie.
He told me that we would walk an alternate route, which he thought would buy him the necessary time to get me back into his apartment. I'm not sure how long this lasted, but it was somewhere between an hour and two hours, and the entire time, he kept a hand on me and worked every angle he knew:
1. He went for sympathy by saying that his mother was dead.
2. He told me that he didn't want sex; he just wanted to "cuddle up."
3. He confessed to me that he had a girlfriend but he didn't want her--he wanted me because I'm such a nice lass.
4. He talked dirty.
And my favorite was this:
"Please trust me. I'm not going to rape you."
It was a fucking nightmare.
But I couldn't leave--not because he wouldn't let me, but because he kept calling back to me and asking me to wait and to trust him. He said that I looked scared and like I didn't trust him, and he said that this hurt his feelings. And somehow I felt just guilty enough to stick around.
But not guilty enough to return to his apartment and eventually we got close enough to the tram stop that I had enough balls to run after one and catch it. I rode to the pizzeria where Fouad works, and when I saw him, I felt closer to him than I ever have before. I just wanted to hug him and explain to him my horribly embarrassing and frustrating evening.
Replaying this story makes me feel really tired now, because it was so unpleasant. And I feel like I've made all of these same mistakes before, and all of you must be so tired of explaining to me what an idiot I am to make some of the choices that I make. But perhaps not as tired as I am of sticking my fingers in my ears and saying, "LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" So it's just as well that I close comments.
A. I should have arrived at work super early to make up the time.
B. I should have brought some delicious breakfast goodies to the office to emphasize my regret.
C. I should have disappeared early from my coworker's Wednesday night concert and gone home with some man I met just a few hours before.
Option C, please.
...Ugh.
Sooo, I went out with my new coworkers on Wednesday night because one of them fronts a reggae/hip hop band that is really fantastic and gaining popularity here in Prague. Some of my coworkers brought along friends, one of whom was a 25-year-old British man who we will call "Timmy."
Timmy and I didn't really pay special attention to each other for most of the evening. In fact, aside from exchanging polite introductions early on, we pretty much ignored each other. That is until he had about a keg's worth of beer in him and I accidentally bumped into him from behind. I apologized, and he said something like, "Yes, you should be very sorry for standing behind me." I smiled and thought that would be the end of that but he was drunk enough to think that this was an excellent opportunity to make a move.
So he stood right in front of me, started dancing, and then took my hand and placed it on his hip. I found this really awkward and uncomfortable, but I figured it was harmless so I didn't protest.
A few minutes later, he asked if I would "take a walk" with him, and we proceeded to walk all of 5 meters and then sit at the back of the club and he tried to talk to me, but it was so loud that my response to everything he said was, "What!?"
He asked if I would take another walk with him, and I figured that we'd go somewhere quieter, which, we did, but that some place quieter was outside, and this was something that I definitely did not want.
And I think it's at this point that I really screwed up, because I knew that I had absolutely no intentions of sleeping with this guy but he figured that his chances for sex were excellent because I had left with him. I thought I was being polite to not refuse him but it would have been far more polite for me to turn him down inside the club and allow him the opportunity to hook up with some other girl. Because once we were outside, he had placed all of his incredibly horny eggs into my completely uninterested basket, and he had no desire then to just shake my hand and let me disappear into the night.
So we walked about half a block, and Timmy told me that his apartment was nearby and that we should at least get on the tram and head in that direction and if I changed my mind, I didn't have to go anywhere with him. So I politely said ok.
Then he obviously thought we should get off at his stop. And walk to his building. And go upstairs. And into his room. And the whole time I was thinking, "This is bad, bad, bad," because I didn't want to be there but all of my attempts to politely refuse him were themselves refuted, and before I knew it, I was standing by his bed and he was shutting the door and dimming the lights.
And then he dropped his pants and all of the foolishness and politeness that had gotten me into his room couldn't make me stick around for that. I beelined for his door, apologizing all the way, and took off. He caught up with me on the stairs and said that he would walk me back to the tram, but this was a lie.
He told me that we would walk an alternate route, which he thought would buy him the necessary time to get me back into his apartment. I'm not sure how long this lasted, but it was somewhere between an hour and two hours, and the entire time, he kept a hand on me and worked every angle he knew:
1. He went for sympathy by saying that his mother was dead.
2. He told me that he didn't want sex; he just wanted to "cuddle up."
3. He confessed to me that he had a girlfriend but he didn't want her--he wanted me because I'm such a nice lass.
4. He talked dirty.
And my favorite was this:
"Please trust me. I'm not going to rape you."
It was a fucking nightmare.
But I couldn't leave--not because he wouldn't let me, but because he kept calling back to me and asking me to wait and to trust him. He said that I looked scared and like I didn't trust him, and he said that this hurt his feelings. And somehow I felt just guilty enough to stick around.
But not guilty enough to return to his apartment and eventually we got close enough to the tram stop that I had enough balls to run after one and catch it. I rode to the pizzeria where Fouad works, and when I saw him, I felt closer to him than I ever have before. I just wanted to hug him and explain to him my horribly embarrassing and frustrating evening.
Replaying this story makes me feel really tired now, because it was so unpleasant. And I feel like I've made all of these same mistakes before, and all of you must be so tired of explaining to me what an idiot I am to make some of the choices that I make. But perhaps not as tired as I am of sticking my fingers in my ears and saying, "LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" So it's just as well that I close comments.