creepers

Last night I hit the club by myself.  Not totally by myself as I had dinner with a friend and met her there afterwards, but I rolled on my own and spent a good portion of the evening walking back and forth during my frequent beer and bathroom runs unaccompanied.  And I noticed something about the opposite sex: a good portion of them are fucking creepy.

Not once, not twice, but three times dudes I've never seen in my life had the balls to put their hands on me without asking.  What.  The.  Fuck?!  This isn't even counting the numerous times that I turned around only to find some creeper attempting to grind me without even seeing my face first.

This isn't the fucking dark ages.  This isn't a third world country.  This is Denver, Colorado and, as far as I know, it's ok for females to walk around unaccompanied without the promise of sexual assault.

What happened to asking a girl if she wants to dance?  Or at least attempting to get her plastered before you grope her tits?  Is common courtesy really this fucking dead?!

I guess the lesson learned here is that I should not attend such functions without a dude friend available to ward off potential hand rapists.  Also, that if the dance floor is crowded enough, no one will notice you push that stinky midget to the floor.  MOSH!