2003-10-05 | 4:32 p.m.
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I could tell you that I had an incredible night out on the town on Friday and that nothing remotely icky happened, but I won't. I could tell you that the night was perfect as was, but that would be lying. Instead, I shall tell you what happened.

This was, as it was at many colleges, Homecoming Weekend. So after dinner, a group of girls from the hall went uptown to see the parade. I must say, it was rather disappointing. There wasn't really a whole lot to see. The most interesting part of the parade must have been when the strikers (yes, they are still on strike) walked through the crowds and up to the pep rally. We still managed to enjoy ourselves at the parade, though. Erin and I (Erin is the other German Ed. major in the hall.) made asses of ourselves by cheering for everyone that went past us. For example..."Policeman on a bicycle. WOO!" I'm not sure, but I think people assumed that we were drunk. In any case, the parade was pretty lame but we managed to make the best of it.

After the parade, the same group of girls decided that we really wanted to go dancing that night. We got back from the parade at 8:00, but no one really starts going to the dance clubs until around 11:00. In the time we had to spare, we watched "Bring it On"...classic. At 11:00, we left our dorm to go to "Stadium", one of the local clubs.

Upon paying our $5.00 to get into the club, we walked up the stairs and saw...No one. Everyone that was in the large room was either playing pool or standing around drinking beer (As this dance club doubled as a bar, this was not a problem.) A little disappointed that this was not going to be the dance experience we were hoping for, we hit the floor just the same with the hopes of making things interesting. To be perfectly honest, it was so much more fun when we were the only ones there.

The only other people on the dance floor were these older students that were obviously drunk but friendly nonetheless. The guys could have had a competition with our boys to see who had the crazier dance moves. It was pretty fun to see.

Around 12:30 or 12:45, more people started coming out on the dance floor. While the girls and I stayed in our little corner, we tried to not only shake our groove thangs, but to keep this creepy 30 year old guy away from us. Honestly, I didn't like the looks he was giving us.

Later on, one of the drunk guys from earlier came back and asked me to dance. We cut all kinds of rugs before he and his friends decided that it was time to go. Before he left, he invited me and my friends to go to a party at some apartment the next night. I told him that we would try and with that, he was on his way. Overall, he was a polite guy that would probably be fun to talk to when he was sober. However, the night did not end there.

As soon as that guy left, I felt someone come up behind me. He started to dance with me and, being the naive one that I am, I thought that we were just going to dance and that that would be it. Well, I should have realized that something was up when he started to dance me away from the girls. Not enough to be completely noticable, but enough for me to feel like maybe something wasn't right. Then he asked me if I would go to a party at his house tomorrow. I told him I would think about it. He looked at me and said, "You'll think about it?" With that, he kissed me.

I don't need to tell you that that didn't last very long. I pulled away as soon as the shock of the situation wore off and told him that my friends and I were leaving. That whole interaction didn't last more than 10 seconds, but I don't think I am going to forget it soon.

Eww, Eww, Eww! Gross drunk guys trying to stick their tongues down my throat. It was gross. What was supposed to be a fun, innocent night of dancing turned into a situation that made me feel dirty.

Ordinarily, I would feel a little flattered that an older guy was hitting on me. This was just gross. Stupid people that get drunk and are stupid drunks. I'm going to stop typing now so that I don't get myself worked up again.

Later Days.

Alexis

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