To those of you concious today, Happy New Year!
My New Years was quiet. Dropped into a couple of house parties.
Some strange guy showed up to my best friends house party. Apparently her roommate had met him at an after hours and invited him. He was very drunk and very creepy. Her roommate wasn't very happy, so we managed to get rid of him. What weirdo spends his NewYears Eve with a bunch of people he doesn't know. But my friend was really upset. Unreasonably so. My bestest and I cornered her and got the whole story. She'd invited him just to be nice, thinking he wouldn't come. That was before he raped her. My bestest was furious that she didn't tell us earlier. But we understand why. You feel stupid. Embarassed even. We're strong women, the three of us. And it's happened to each over the years. You somehow feel it's your fault somehow. If you hadn't of gone somewhere, let him kiss you, been drunk or gotten into the car.Whatever.
The most frustrating part was that he was there. We had him in a room full of guys who, if they new any better, would have beaten him to a bloody pulp. To be enough of an asshole or crazy enough to come to my friends house after doing that to her? WTF. I spent half an hour talking my bestest out of having this guy killed. Although half of me wanted to watch him die.
It's too late to go to the cops. So all that's left is to shitkick the guy if he shows up again and help my friend.
What a start to the New Year.
My New Years was quiet. Dropped into a couple of house parties.
Some strange guy showed up to my best friends house party. Apparently her roommate had met him at an after hours and invited him. He was very drunk and very creepy. Her roommate wasn't very happy, so we managed to get rid of him. What weirdo spends his NewYears Eve with a bunch of people he doesn't know. But my friend was really upset. Unreasonably so. My bestest and I cornered her and got the whole story. She'd invited him just to be nice, thinking he wouldn't come. That was before he raped her. My bestest was furious that she didn't tell us earlier. But we understand why. You feel stupid. Embarassed even. We're strong women, the three of us. And it's happened to each over the years. You somehow feel it's your fault somehow. If you hadn't of gone somewhere, let him kiss you, been drunk or gotten into the car.Whatever.
The most frustrating part was that he was there. We had him in a room full of guys who, if they new any better, would have beaten him to a bloody pulp. To be enough of an asshole or crazy enough to come to my friends house after doing that to her? WTF. I spent half an hour talking my bestest out of having this guy killed. Although half of me wanted to watch him die.
It's too late to go to the cops. So all that's left is to shitkick the guy if he shows up again and help my friend.
What a start to the New Year.
mistersatan:
Jesus, hon, I'm sorry. Sometimes I really lose faith in the "human" race because of shit like that.