Well here’s how it happened.
Having arranged to meet Sarah and some of her friends in our local pub, I got caught on the phone to a friend. I found myself pouring a large glass of wine whilst we chatted. When the conversation and wine were done with, I legged it round to the pub.
Whilst downing another couple of very large glasses of wine, I found myself chatting to a seemingly pleasant man, who had just lost his mother the week before. Having been through a similar experience myself, I felt great sympathy for him. He had nursed his mother through her final weeks, until she finally lost the battle against cancer.
Now, maybe I’m really missing something – or maybe it was the alcohol. I really can’t say. But somehow, somewhere along the line, this seemingly nice man decided that it would be appropriate to make a move. First it was the arm and hand stroking. I could handle that. But then he grabbed the sides of my face and planted a huge smacker on my lips.
I don’t know about you lot, but I’m kind of choosy about who gets to kiss me on the lips. So I pushed him firmly away.
I’m not one for making a scene or slapping men round the face. And as the man was obviously a bit drunk and emotional, I decided not to make a fuss.
And then came the clanger.
“How do you feel about just having a ‘fun time’ tonight?” he asked.
I stood there for a second, my brain fogged by alcohol, trying to work out exactly what he meant. The penny dropped.
“You mean sex? ‘No strings attached’?”
It was one of those rare moments in my life when I was really quite dumbfounded. I have never been approached like that before and I hope I don’t again.
Lucky for him, I’m very cheerful when drunk!
“Errr. Sorry. I don’t do that kind of thing. Ever!” was the only reply I could think of.
I stumbled back to the table where my friends were sitting. Confessed that I was totally inebriated and staggered home.
Fortunately, I woke this morning without even a hint of a hangover – but the antics of last night have been whirring round my head all morning.
Last night I felt really angry and upset about it. This morning, I find it faintly amusing.
I feel like I’ve been through a real mind change recently. I’ve stopped getting offended by people I don’t know or care about. I don’t know the man. He is only an acquaintance of a friend. Frankly, I would have to really care about him and have great respect for him before his behaviour offended me.
This one has to be put down to experience. Next time, I’ll be more careful about how much I’m drinking.
And has I’m a ‘glass half full type’, I’ve got to say, at least it wasn’t a dull evening and it’s given me something to write about!