\u201cFull of alcohol.\u201d<\/p>\n
Last night, I went to a dance club for BG\u2019s birthday party [short for \u201cbirthday girl\u201d]—first time I\u2019ve ever been to one. I know, scary, but true\u2026 Some of us stayed until closing and I had a lot of fun there, but part of me is seriously disgusted after experiencing first-hand what women have to deal with when they go out to party on the weekends.<\/p>\n
There were so many times when we were walking around that guys asked the girls to stop, sit down and talk, have a drink\u2026 my friends were obviously smart enough not to. Still, it was strange to see them going around together as sort of a support network, helping each other avoid any guys who thought they might get lucky with one or more of them. Or maybe it wasn\u2019t seeing the network that was so strange—it was the necessity of having one.<\/p>\n
Towards the end of the night (i.e., 1:00 in the morning), people started to leave and I became BG\u2019s official protector. It isn\u2019t hard for me to switch into \u201cBig Brother\u201d mode—I tend to be protective of my friends as it is. I also tend to be a people-watcher when I\u2019m in the middle of a large group, but this time, I was doing it out of caution, not curiosity.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately, there were several times that required said caution. One guy started hitting on BG while they were sitting at the bar, so I kept my hand on the small of her back to make sure they both knew I was there. If he thought that meant we were a couple, made life easier for me. Thankfully, it didn\u2019t take long for him to lose interest, though that probably had more to do with her sudden loss of conversational skills than anything I did.<\/p>\n
Later on that night, I was sitting in a tall chair and BG was leaning back between my legs, talking to a friend she\u2019d recognized while we were there. Some guy walked up and started whispering into their ears. When he asked them out loud if they were sober\u2026 well, they weren\u2019t. Then he asked if I was. Mind you, I don\u2019t drink, but BG turned her head and mouthed the words, \u201cSay no,\u201d so I shook my hand to signify \u201csorta.\u201d He started whispering into the friend\u2019s ear again and she said something to the effect of \u201cNo, I don\u2019t want to go and meet your friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
I figured I needed to do something. I moved my hand up to his shoulder and gave him a slow shove (dunno if that\u2019s how people shove when they\u2019re drunk, but that\u2019s what I was aiming for). \u201cDude, she doesn\u2019t want to go, just leave her alone.\u201d He looked at me, then started to walk away. As he did, he was saying I needed to chill out and reached out to pat me on the cheek.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not sure why that pissed me off so much, but I snapped my hand around to grab his wrist and glared at him. It took a second for him to respond, but he did: \u201cShake your head. Shake your fucking head.\u201d I wonder what he might have done if I hadn\u2019t done anything—it would have been a little strange to get into a fight with a drunk guy the first time I\u2019d ever been to a club like that—but I figured it\u2019d be a lot easier to do what he said. I shook my head, let go of his wrist and he walked away. Once again, \u201cgirls go through that all the time when they go out.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was easy to see why—there were plenty of women (with states of sobriety equal to or worse than BG\u2019s) bumping and grinding and making out with random guys on the dance floor. If you\u2019re looking for action and acting like an asshole works, why not, right? Don\u2019t worry about me, I\u2019m too much of a nice guy—I could never bring myself to do something like that. Being nice isn\u2019t a bad thing, of course, and I think that\u2019s why being at the club felt so disturbing at times\u2026<\/p>\n
I\u2019m afraid I\u2019m not in a position to apologize to all women for all the assholes out there who are looking to take advantage of you on a regular basis, but at least I can take comfort in not being one of those assholes—I\u2019m much better at gettin\u2019 my groove on while playing the role of \u201cBig Brother.\u201d Anyone wanna dance?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cFull of alcohol.\u201d Last night, I went to a dance club for BG\u2019s birthday party [short for \u201cbirthday girl\u201d]—first time I\u2019ve ever been to one. I know, scary, but true\u2026 Some of us stayed until closing and I had a lot of fun there, but part of me is seriously disgusted after experiencing first-hand what … <\/p>\n