Stupid, stupid girl!

Have I ever told you what an idiot I can be.

Well, here you go "I'M A SELF TITLED IDIOT!" 

 This statement is only highlighted by the stunt I pulled last weekend...

I went out clubbing to this Indie bar in Melbourne, it's called 'Pogo'.

My friend was leaving for Europe, so we decided to hit the town one last night.

 Because we were new to this scene, we were friendly, asking the bartenders and the door people what they think is a good drink, etc. 

Well, one particular bartender was rather chatty, and at the end of the night, after all the fun and dancing, talking to fellow club people, Tilly (my friend going to Europe) and I saw the bartender (Dieter) we were talking to earlier. He had finished his shift and asked us to come over and have a chat.

The club was closing so we had to leave. We met some nice, overly friendly guys earlier and they invited us to come to the Crown Casino which was still open. The Dieter said he had nothing else to do, so he hung out with us.

We got sick of the immaturity of the younger guys and just sat down to talk to Dieter. He told us he was 24, done graphic design and is just bartending at the moment. We exchanged numbers and said we'll be friends and what not. Catch up maybe on the weekend.

That was that.

Then, we made plans to hang out on sunday afternoon/evening, but the friend I invited bailed and I was on my own.

One I caught up with him, I told him I wasn't interested and that I wanted to go home, I didn't want to stay out late or stay at his house.

We went out for a few drinks and dinner. It got later and later, every time I asked to leave, he kept making excuses for me to stay, saying things to make me feel bad so I would stay longer.

I ended up having to go back to his house. And insisted to sleep on the couch. 

I told him I'm going to bed.

He said, I just want to talk to you in my room. So I said, for 5 mins. 

We talked for a while, and then he kept saying "I like you, and I know your attracted to me. So stop denying it." 

After that, I knew I should probably try and get home.

He kept trying to kiss me, make me feel guilty for seeing him, telling me reasons why I should break up with my boyfriend, and telling me that I was why he hated catching up with girls. 

 He then told me his real age which was 30, and expected me to kiss him, and wanted to be with him, he kept touching me and trying to hold me, kissing down my back. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how hw would react if I went off at him.

 I was freaking out, I couldn't stop shaking and I told him I needed a drink of water to get away from him. 

 I ran to get my stuff all together. I was going to get out of there, by then it was 3am. 

He followed me after a while, so I told him he was really scaring me.

 I got to the front door and went flying down the stairs out onto the street.

He was calling after me, telling me how stupid I was, and that I didn't need to act like that.

I kept walking, worried he was still following. I had no idea where I was, I called mum, and burst into tears of relief and fear.

I managed to flag down a taxi, and an hour and a half later I was home.

So, yeah. I'm now very cautious of men and not knowing people.

Stranger danger is 100% real my friends, take note. Never trust the seemingly nice men.