Though there was an initial panic and I snatched up the phone prepared to remedy the ailment; I stopped myself. Call me crazy. Call me lazy. But I am not calling in reinforcements and getting all dressed up just to cover it all with a coat. and go stand in a pub just to be normal.
I'm busy doing something productive. so not crazy; just a cat lady who likes to knit.
I wore flats, a pretty top that was hidden under a coat and I was still freezing cold (had to resort to some interesting warmth stealing exercises, nothing kinky people, get your minds out of the gutter) and got to spend a great time with my lovely cousin and friends.
Then I was propositioned by an Irishman. Yep. This random guy that I was not encouraging came over and asked "Are we going riding?"
Me: "Riding what?"
Irish: "You know. Fucking."
I grabbed hold of the offensive scruff on his chin and shook his head for him and said "No."
He walked off.
How can there be absolute pigs like that who just expect a girl to be easy if she is out for the night? I really should've pointed him in the direction of the local whorehouse. It's at a place like that where you can expect to get laid (as long as you pay). P.S no judgement on the ladies who do that for a living. At least you're getting something for putting up with that bullshit, this guy didn't even offer to buy me a drink, just assumed.
Then of course, there are some guys who are gentlemen... which makes me nervous. Just saying.