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I was at a birthday party with my boyfriend. People got pretty drunk very fast. After the food had been taking away, people started dancing. My boyfriend went outside to grab a smoke and one of the other guys asked if I wanted to dance. I politely declined, explaining that I did not feel like dancing. He kept asking why, and pestering me for “just one dance”. He knew I had a boyfriend, who was even present at the party. When I said no for the tenth time, he proceeded to pick up the chair I was sitting on and placing it away from the table so he could try and pull me from the seat. I pulled the chair back in and stared in disbelief at the other people present. When he came back later and asked again, I said no again. This time my boyfriend was at the table, on the other side. When I said no he asked my boyfriend “does she not like to dance?” My boyfriend said that I did. This man took what another man said, over what I told him, as the true answer. He pulled out my chair again and this time, before I could grab on to the chair, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder carrying me to the dance floor. I was in shock. No one had moved like that against my will since a was a child. On the dancefloor he held on to my hands very tight and kept spinning me around. I finally got free halfway through a song and ran for the toilet. When I wasn’t crying anymore I went to find my boyfriend. He didn’t understand why being picked up and carried away against my will was so upsetting to me. Because he was sure the other guy “didn’t mean any harm”. No, this one might not have, but being confronted with how easy some can take your choice away is scary as hell.
Maaan, dump that guy. Also, you find yourself in this situation, leave, find the nearest Starbucks and call me or the cops. Your choice.
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I was at a birthday party with my boyfriend. People got pretty drunk very fast. After the food had been taking away, people started dancing. My boyfriend went outside to grab a smoke and one of the other guys asked if I wanted to dance. I politely declined, explaining that I did not feel like dancing. He kept asking why, and pestering me for “just one dance”. He knew I had a boyfriend, who was even present at the party. When I said no for the tenth time, he proceeded to pick up the chair I was sitting on and placing it away from the table so he could try and pull me from the seat. I pulled the chair back in and stared in disbelief at the other people present. When he came back later and asked again, I said no again. This time my boyfriend was at the table, on the other side. When I said no he asked my boyfriend “does she not like to dance?” My boyfriend said that I did. This man took what another man said, over what I told him, as the true answer. He pulled out my chair again and this time, before I could grab on to the chair, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder carrying me to the dance floor. I was in shock. No one had moved like that against my will since a was a child. On the dancefloor he held on to my hands very tight and kept spinning me around. I finally got free halfway through a song and ran for the toilet. When I wasn’t crying anymore I went to find my boyfriend. He didn’t understand why being picked up and carried away against my will was so upsetting to me. Because he was sure the other guy “didn’t mean any harm”. No, this one might not have, but being confronted with how easy some can take your choice away is scary as hell.
Maaan, dump that guy. Also, you find yourself in this situation, leave, find the nearest Starbucks and call me or the cops. Your choice.
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