People are strange, when you're a stranger.
As you know, I'm in Seattle right now. All by myself, staying at a hostel. Trying to meet people, find stuff to do. I like to drink and dance. I'm friendly, and I like friendly people. The first night, I go on a pub crawl with the hostel. Do some dancing, excessive drinking, make out with a nice Southern boy on the dance floor(perfect gentleman, lousy kisser) and there's this guy from the hostel like, shadowing me the whole time. At first I think he's just being kind, me being drunk and alone and such. But he's just STANDING there on the dance floor next to us. Eventually I take off to walk back to the hostel and the guy(from the hostel, not the Southern boy) accompanies me which I'm grateful for because I'm drunk and it's late. On the way we're talking, I mention something about my boyfriend and he gets all indignant like "What, you have a boyfriend? I just saw you making out with some dude" So I explain the fact that I'm in a poly relationship and that it's fully okay under our agreement and he invites me to a "poly meetup" the next night and then says, "We should make out" I say no, no excuses, just "No, thank you, I'm not sexually attracted to you" and he whiiiiines and whiiines and eventually says "Can't you just make out with me as like, a favour?" Ew. Obviously not. I ask for more information on the poly meetup and he kind of balks and seems like he's withholding so I say, let me know where, when, and what it's about and I'll decide tomorrow, and I go to bed.
Next day I am just grossly hungover, so I wander around, eat food, go to the bathhouse(which was lovely and relaxing), eat some more food, have some drinks and I'm starting to feel better so I head back to the hostel, and the guy from the night before has provided me with exactly this information on the meetup he invited me to: "The place is about a 25 minute bus ride from the hostel, we should leave around 10" so I do a bit of selective googling, and find what he's talking about. It is a CSPC (Center for Sex Positive Culture) meetup from 7-10:30, and then it's a sex party. I'm down for sex parties, but I'm not down for surprise sex parties (although with the right people...). He didn't even want to go for the meetup portion and THEN the sex party, he was arranging our arrival to coincide only with the sex party. So I'm totally squicked out and pissed off and obviously not going.
At the hostel I meet some people from home, down for the weekend, same as me, but with actual friends and plans and stuff. They invite me along. The plan is to meet up at a friend's place, have some drinks and then head to a dancey dance bar where they're on the guest list. I accept, because I want to dance and I don't know where to go. We get to the friend's place. There's three people there, a girl from Van(the connection), her boyfriend who owns the place, and his friend. The girl is super chill, very nice, so's the friend. But, the guy that owns the place? Kind of a dick. I realize that I'm a total stranger, and I'm in his apartment. I get it, I'm particular about whom I allow in my space, too. But, It's me. I'm like, the least threatening person you could ever have in your apartment. Five minutes of conversation could establish that. But this guy didn't even bother. Just told me not to touch his stuff because he didn't know me, that he didn't understand why I was even there. Hostile, yo. Even the nice girlfriend is like, "Hey, don't let him be mean to you". Red flag, much?
Anyway, we go to the club. We were supposed to be there by 11:00 for the guest list, but we show up around 11:15 so I'm thinking we've missed it. I'm in the regular line up, showing ID, getting ready to pay cover, whatevs, I just want to dance, I literally give zero fucks past that, but Buddy's all "No, no, I'm getting bottle service, we get to go in this door, no cover, no worries" So I'm thinking, alright, Buddy here's a fucking baller, he wants to include me in this extravagant night? Awesome. We go in. Dancey dance, hip hop bar. Super into it. We have a fancy ass table, pretty waitresses pouring drinks for us, good times. Guy from the apartment earlier still being kind of a dick, and like, I'm pretty drunk by this point, and I say to his girlfriend, "Hey, your boyfriend's kind of a dick" (In retrospect, and honestly, even as I was saying it I knew it wasn't going to go over well) and I can tell that she knows it's true but she says "Since you're just hanging out for free, maybe you shouldn't say shit like that". Did you know that if people offer you things and you accept, you are immediately thereafter denied an opinion? I didn't. And I'm not down with that, so as soon as this girl says this to me, I search out Mr. Buddy Baller and ask him how much money I can give him to abscond this weird debt I feel I've got now. Because that's not okay, I'm not about to give up my opinion for some free booze.
I guess everyone ends up getting kicked out (not me, because as I mentioned, I'm lovely)but all I know is that all of the sudden, they're gone. I think I've been ditched. Like, I'm not that worried, I'm drunk and dancing and the hostel's only a few blocks away. I dance a bit longer and head back to blog, I've had red bull, alcohol and experiences and I am ready to get into the zone. I get on the computer, start typing shit out and the same fucking guy shows up and asks if he can sit with me. I say "I'm writing right now. You can sit there, but I don't want to talk and I can't write when people read over my shoulder." He sits down anyway, of course. I keep writing, he's talking a bit, but I'm in the zone and liking him less and less with every minute he forces his company on me. These two girls that are staying at the hostel(early twenties, attractive, straight, from Georgia I think) come over to talk to me, we're sort of tentative dancey friends and they want to talk about their night so they come sit, and a group of guys joins us. Everyone's getting along great, drunk, chatting. But this fucking guy is just pissing me off, and he says something about me not going with him to the thing and I give him shit for not telling me it was a sex party, and it's clear in his response that he knew and was very intentionally keeping it from me. Sleazy fuck. I've drifted over to the girls and I'm standing behind one, just stroking her hair and being friendly, flirty and touchy-feely (y'all know how I do). She's curious as to what goes on at a sex party, exactly, and instead of taking the opportunity to to help her learn some stuff this fucking guy starts being a condescending prick. Says "Oh you're so pure, you'll probably end up marrying an accountant or something" and I'm like, "Wtf? Why would that mean anything? Accountant's have sex lives too, our society's just sexually repressed." and he was like "Yeah, and she'd probably just repress her accountant husband even further." I am getting rage face at this point and I say "Just because she's not super sexually enlightened does NOT mean that you get to be a fucking asshole to her, stop it." SO NATURALLY IT'S BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO FUCK HER. That's the only possible reason for sticking up for her that this guy can fathom, and what he accuses me of. No, actually, I don't have to pretend to be a decent human being in order to lure unsuspecting women into bed. I am not a fucking predator and women are not prey. Every woman that comes to bed with me is informed, in decent control of their faculties and enthusiastically dtf. Not to mention that the girl is clearly straight. And like, I know better than most(Sup, ladies?) that just because you're straight, doesn't mean you aren't into hooking up with me(fluid female sexuality ftw) but in no way am I trying to or even considering trying to get this girl into bed. Like, I'd be down, she's super cool and sexy and smells good, but I'm just being friendly and reveling in some non threatening physical contact.
But this fucking guy says that the only reason I'm sticking up for her is because I'm trying to trick her into bed. So I'm like fuck this guy, I'm going to bed. Everyone, good night, be safe. See you tomorrow. I make it up to my room and realize I need to drink at least six glasses of water before I can sleep so I come back down. On my way back up, there's the girl I was "trying to sleep with" in the middle of a very flirty conversation with one of the guys from earlier so I offer them some condoms because, well, that's just how I roll.
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