After a huge emergency vet bill, Dexter has quit puking and pooping out red watery stuff.
I woke up to yellow and red spots on the carpet all throughout my apartment. Dex caught a flu bug from my parents' dog and was getting sick every 2 minutes. He got some shots and an IV, and now seems to be almost back to normal. If only I could get the spots out of the carpets
In other news, I was sexually...harassed? assaulted? last night at my uncle's 50th birthday party. This 50 something drunk guy had been stumbling around the party and no one really knew who he was, but it turns out he is the husband of a weird lady my aunt works with. He came up to my mom and I where we were sitting and started rubbing our backs/necks... and then was tugging on my hair and moaning quietly. I didn't think much of the back rubbing because old people tend to be touchy feely...but the tugging/moaning was a little too much. Just as I started to pull away he leans down and kisses my mom on the cheek, and tries to kiss me on the mouth and I turned away fast. Then he tells my dad, "nice girls" and walks away. So my dad starts laughing, and I get FURIOUS. Then he gets mad that I tell him to quit laughing because he doesn't think its a big deal. Its not a big deal if you're a man who's never been groped or touched unappropriately by some dude you've never met. So I was fuming and had to go walk around for 10 minutes. Then as I come to sit down, I see him go up to my cousin and grab her around the waist and try to kiss her. Then I get even more mad and tell my cousin and he gets insanely furious about it. SOOO! The guy is behind us and my cousin starts talkin crap about what a sleazeball he is. Cut to about 15 minutes later, he sneaks up behind me again and starts grabbing me all over and I immediately told him to fuck off. So he leaves, and my uncle's friend finds out and tells my uncle and my uncle doesn't believe him. I HATE MEN! They don't understand.
So the end of the story...the old dude accosts the young female guitar player from my cousin's band, the guy leaves, and nobody besides me really tells him off.
Just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can act like a complete sleazy rapist asshole.
That's my story.
I woke up to yellow and red spots on the carpet all throughout my apartment. Dex caught a flu bug from my parents' dog and was getting sick every 2 minutes. He got some shots and an IV, and now seems to be almost back to normal. If only I could get the spots out of the carpets
In other news, I was sexually...harassed? assaulted? last night at my uncle's 50th birthday party. This 50 something drunk guy had been stumbling around the party and no one really knew who he was, but it turns out he is the husband of a weird lady my aunt works with. He came up to my mom and I where we were sitting and started rubbing our backs/necks... and then was tugging on my hair and moaning quietly. I didn't think much of the back rubbing because old people tend to be touchy feely...but the tugging/moaning was a little too much. Just as I started to pull away he leans down and kisses my mom on the cheek, and tries to kiss me on the mouth and I turned away fast. Then he tells my dad, "nice girls" and walks away. So my dad starts laughing, and I get FURIOUS. Then he gets mad that I tell him to quit laughing because he doesn't think its a big deal. Its not a big deal if you're a man who's never been groped or touched unappropriately by some dude you've never met. So I was fuming and had to go walk around for 10 minutes. Then as I come to sit down, I see him go up to my cousin and grab her around the waist and try to kiss her. Then I get even more mad and tell my cousin and he gets insanely furious about it. SOOO! The guy is behind us and my cousin starts talkin crap about what a sleazeball he is. Cut to about 15 minutes later, he sneaks up behind me again and starts grabbing me all over and I immediately told him to fuck off. So he leaves, and my uncle's friend finds out and tells my uncle and my uncle doesn't believe him. I HATE MEN! They don't understand.
So the end of the story...the old dude accosts the young female guitar player from my cousin's band, the guy leaves, and nobody besides me really tells him off.
Just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can act like a complete sleazy rapist asshole.
That's my story.
That story is way too bad. If I'd been there, I would have done something. Instead I'll give advice! Yaay! Which is odd, 'cause really I'm the most clueless person I know. Here's what you should have done.
Telling him off - like you and your cousin did - well, he won't even notice that. He knows he's not behaving correctly, so you're SUPPOSED to be mad. Telling him off is like saying "good dog!" when it does something right -- it just lets him know that he's having the desired effect.
You said your dad laughed and didn't think it was that big a deal. That sucks, sure...but at least that gives you liscense to take care if it yourself, right? Unless you really break a chair over the guy's head or something, your father also probably won't think it was a big deal, either....
Trip him! It doesn't take violence...he's drunk and not expecting it. Come up close like you're going to hug him, put one leg behind him, and PUSH! Then, when he's staring up at you -- that's when you tell him off. The guy isn't molesting women because he's a romantic...it's a power thing. He resents pretty girls for the power you have. So insulting him - when you and your cousing told him off - just tells him that he's made an enemy of you. That's really what he wanted, because he hates you for the beauty he's not allowed to touch. BUT! If you trip him, and stand over him when you say the same things -- that's terrible! You've shown your power, that he's weaker than you, etc. Even worse than cutting him or something, you've shown him how weak he is. He wouldn't be able to stand it...he'd remember you for months. And it probably wouldn't have ruined the party, whereas a chair over the head would have.
And -- you might object "Oh, I couldn't trip him! I'm just not a violent person!" But then you have to think....what about the next girl? The one tomorrow? Will she be more violent than me? What if she's not? Shouldn't I stick up for her here, today, before this guy has even met her? And that'll give you the excuse to take the guy down. Neat, huh?
There you go. Longest comment ever. Oh, and I'm not usually cool enough to use this kind of language, but I would like to give you "mad props" for owning a Nerf Bazooka. Yeah!