>>6506056>>6506056She continued to hound me the entire night, getting close to me, talking to me, hugging me, grabbing me by the waist, I could probably sue for harassment with how much this girl was coming on to me. The second to last straw is when she pulled me out to go for a walk around the block with her, and told me her life story, about she was a camwhore (I'm seriously not making that one up), etc. Being the gentlemen I am and utterly unaccustomed to female attention, I'm borderline freaking out thinking that I'm going to have to knock her out for attempted rape. Thankfully, the alcohol made her sick and she finally left me alone.
I got two gems of memories out of this - another friend, after the walk, asks me if I'm trying to hit that and my reply was, with much gusto, "Nigga, do I look that drunk to you?" and he almost choked on his drink laughing. The second came at the end when she tried to kiss me and get my number at the end of the party, when we were trying to leave. She's hugging me and shit and I'm literally mouthing to my friend "HELP ME" and he's cracking up. She then tries to kiss me, and I stop her lips cold, and then I say, with a sort of gentle steel in my soul that could only be forged from zen and desperation at the same time, "The lady that was meant to kiss these lips is gone," which was utter bullshit. She was like "what?" and I walked away, never to see her again. My friend had already started the car, he sped away and we both laughed our way homes.
I've never been more terrified of girls in my life.