Sometimes you come across something perfect…
Via Mike Stanfill of The Far Left Side
(Mike offers free comics and has a support link so I tossed him some cash. Brilliance deserves a reward.)
Besides being funny, there’s so much truth here.
I am sure almost every woman has a story to tell, here is one of mine…
I was 25 and having drinks with friends at Harpoon Hannah’s (yeah, I know.). A man approached our table and asked me to dance. I thanked him for the offer, but declined. I even offered an excuse, “I’m hanging out with friends tonight. I haven’t seen them in a while, but thank you.” Frankly, my “no, thank you” should have been enough, but I get that approaching a stranger and asking them to dance can be difficult, so I always tried to be kind.
Can anyone guess what happened next? He moved in closer to me and towered over my chair, insisting that I dance with him. I’m sure he would say he was being charming and that I should view his attention as complimentary, but I didn’t. Immediately, I felt intimidated and threatened. I shrunk away from him. He moved closer. I then repeated my words, firmer this time. His reaction: “Why are you being such a bitch? C’mon, let’s dance.”
He then reached for my arm, but I moved away. Again, I’m sure he viewed his attempt to touch this “bitch” as simply coaxing. I viewed it as threatening. Now, I’m really nervous, and so are my friends. None of us knew what to do so we sat in silence, staring at each other, hoping he would leave. Needless to say, that didn’t work. Casanova’s verbal abuse escalated and when I tried to leave the table to find a bouncer he blocked my way. Fortunately, a guy at the next table intervened, but that only had Casanova threatening him. A bouncer finally arrived and tossed lover boy out. (I sent over drinks to the table of the guy who intervened.)
All I could think about from that point on was: Will that guy be waiting outside for me when I leave? Thankfully, he wasn’t, but if he had been and I had a gun and I shot him – even if he’d been waiting to apologize – wouldn’t I have gotten off, since SYG law only deals with my feelings?
Ladies, feel free to add your stories. Gentlemen, be careful out there.