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2002-09-16 - 11:25 p.m. okay, let's just lay it out, yah? we (matty, and i) go to a work related barbeque. his work related barbeque. i meet many of his co-workers. i'm shy, 'natch, but i'm trying for matt's sake. then i meet carl. aka fuckwad. carl is the other gay guy at matt's place of employment. he's been there forever, and apparently he's well liked. he made a beeline as soon as we got there, and introduced himself. whatta letch. for starters, he was WAY too close to me. a "close talker" as seinfeld would say. and he was well on his way to a drunken stupor. so, too close liquor breath right from the get go. ugh. "you're much hotter in person than in your picture.", "where do you work out?", "wanna get high?", "i love latino men.", etc. etc. ad nauseum. emphasis on the nausea. of course, me being me, a shy person in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar people, well, i just looked down a lot, and blushed. matt gently extricated us from the situation...for awhile. matt gets me a drink, and asks if i'm alright. i mumble noncomittaly, and call carl a fucking douchebag, or something. matt apologizes, and promises to not leave me alone. FAMOUS LAST WORDS. his boss calls him over, and they're talking shop. it's partly my fault too cuz i didn't want to be by his boss. he seemed very nice when i met him, but, i didn't want any kind of attention, or whatever. well, that's when our friend carl swooped in, and decided to "keep me company". again, ugh. seems that the stellar combo of alcohol, and matt's absence was all carl needed to show his true colors...shit brown/puke green. comments about my mouth, ass, and dick were made. then, he asked if i was the mommy or the daddy in the relationship. i excused myself, and went inside to use the restroom. when i came out? that's right, you know who. when he tried to cup my balls in the empty hallway, i'd fucking had it. i shoved him up against the wall, and, well, basically told him if he laid one fucking finger on me i'd break his goddam hand. he yelped like the fucking pathetic little bitch that he is/was, and cowered at the threat/promise. i get outside, fuming, and waved matt over. i told him what had happened, and said, "we're leaving. NOW." so, we did. once i got in the car i started shaking pretty bad. i guess all the adrenaline, and the anxiety just took over. it was no big deal or whatever, but, i guess it sorta was. whatever, you know? i dunno. this is the part where i'm supposed to tell you that i was in a similar situation a long time ago, and it still bothers me sometimes. so, there, i just did. like i said, whatever. i'm fucking done with this subject, like, forever. goodnight. |
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