ain't no Houellebecq girl (yiskah) wrote,
ain't no Houellebecq girl
yiskah

i went out tonight, with a friend of mine. She had been drinking before me, and by midnight or so she was very, very drunk. We left around 1 so she could get a taxi home. I put her in a taxi. I then went to get chips, where i made the acquaintance of an old alcoholic called Ronnie. I generally talk to alcoholics and vagrants, because who the hell else are they going to talk to, and really, I loathe that middle class 'keep them away' attitude. Then I decided I needed to get a taxi and go home, so I went outside. He stopped outside with me. On occasion he threatened violence, but I managed to calm him down. (I was proud of myself for having calmed him down.) He fell into the road. Eventually I persuaded him to let me go over the other side of the road to try and get a taxi. One stopped, and I got in. Ronnie also got in. We drove to the centre of town and the taxi driver told Ronnie to get out. He got out, then opened my door to try and get me out. I refused, and eventually he backed off. I was clearly shaken, so the taxi guy encouraged me to get into the front seat.

Within five minutes, his hand was on my thigh. I told him to move it. He then grabbed my arse as soon as I got out of the taxi. I said:

Did you grab my arse?
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You need to not do that to people.
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Don't ever fucking touch a woman in your taxi again.

I went into my house. Dear arsehole men: you don't get to fucking touch us. Except you totally fucking do.

The thing is, I will get up tomorrow morning, and I will be fine. Because this is fucking normal.
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