This goes back over 30 years. Was at a bar with friends after our volleyball league. The bar had two levels, with the second basically a large balcony that over looked the lower floor. We were on the upper level and arranged where I could easily see the tables on the first floor.
A couple caught my attention, as I was people watching and it looked like there was some tension between the two. The woman got up to go the restroom, just as their drinks were being delivered. As soon as she was out of sight the guy put something in her drink. I immediately got up and headed for the restrooms and waited for her to come out. Fortunately, the restrooms were out of direct site of their table.
When she came out I approached her and of course I received the standard; “I have a boyfriend.” I told her I didn’t care about that, but that I witnessed her “boyfriend” putting something in her drink. Then handed her $10 to buy a replacement on me and told her she needed to buy a new drink and not let it out of her sight and that I would not approach her again. I went back to my table.
About 10 minutes later she showed up at my table, handed me my $10 back and told me I probably saved her life. The guy she was with was a new boyfriend and she had been getting bad vibes about him. She pretended to take a sip of her drink, then handed it to her “boyfriend” for him to try it as it was “sooo goood.” He flew into a rage, the got into an argument and he left her at the bar. He was driving. I offered her a ride home. No, I didn’t stay with her, two other people were riding with me that I also had to take home.
She and I did become good friends. She asked me out and we dated a few times, but it was pretty obvious to both of us that it would never work. We stayed friends though and she did meet her husband in my friend group. They got married had a couple of kids, whom I was an official Uncle to. Both their kids are now married and have their own kids (yes, I’m old).
The old “boyfriend” never showed his face again. So I have no idea what happened to him, if anything.
Anytime I have to tell/explain to someone that I’m asexual/Sex repulsed.
“Oh damn, thats sad, were you raped or something?” is the typical response I fucking get.
As a fellow ace, I get your frustrations, I’m sorry you have to deal with this.
This past Saturday I drove 9 hours (one way) to confront and yell at the family rapist.
Had him and the rest of my family texting and calling frantically, telling me not to. That I was destroying the family, that I’d never see my cousins again, that I’d be arrested, that there would be a sheriffs deputy waiting to take me to jail if I showed up at the pedophiles house.
But on the way up I just happened to listen to an NPR story about the murders in Castle Rock Colorado and how police refused to enforce a restraining order that resulted in the murder of three children, and then the subsequent trial that ended up with the supreme court saying that “cops have no duty to enforce a restraining order.” and then the story of Joe Lozito, the subway hero who sued the police dept. for failing to protect him and his fellow passengers from a knife-wielding spree killer they were on that train, specifically to look for. That case resulted in the supreme court saying that “the police have no duty to protect you.”
So with that information, I decided that it was unlikely that 1. a pedophile rapist would call the police for help because his victim was coming to yell at him, and 2. that a cop, even if called, would show up at all.
I yelled at that bitch while he sat in his mansion for 20 minutes at the top of my lungs. His new neighbors must have some thoughts 😊
Tuesday, November 8, 2016.
I still remember where I was when I saw that things had mathematically tipped past the point of no return for Hillary. It wasn’t a huge shock to me, but that’s mostly cuz I saw the writing on the wall when Hillary’s entire schtick for a while had been “no worries, we’ve got this, it’s not even a problem.” Democrat victories have historically hinged on whether or not they can motivate people to vote, and Hillary’s entire strategy did the exact opposite of that. Every single person independently went “she’s been saying for months that she already has it in the bag, so why bother voting?” And that led to her losing a lot of votes.
This was a while back, so not the last time but probably one of my biggest wtfs.
Anyway, In Iraq, in a tower surrounded by sandbag and hesco walls. The night guard shifts kept pissing in bottles and tossing it over the walls instead of just pissing anywhere else or just throwing the piss bottles in the trash so at the change over the Sergeant of the Guard said that we had to make the guys getting relieved stand by because they’re gonna have to go clean all that up. Mind you this is outside of the wire in Iraq - not that it’s particularly dangerous but we were still getting bombed nightly. Anyway, I rock up to the tower and let them know to standby and the SOG rolls up behind me and tells them what’s up.
I kid you not, this dude looks at him and says “Can we at least downgrade our gear?” You could probably hear my laughter across the whole FOB. He just said “Can I take off my vest and helmet before I head out of the wire?”
I shouted down “I can cover you but that won’t stop any rounds that come your way,” and the SOG just said “What? No, fuck, are you kidding?”
Then I baked in the 100+°F sun while I watched adults pick up piss bottles in the desert.
