GloriousFight
I Hope My Death Makes More Cents Than My Life
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Whenever you argue that dating is easier for women, especially in today's world of online dating, their standard counterargument is that romantic attention isn't flattering when it's coming from a bunch of potentially dangerous, aggressive men who are just trying to get their dicks wet. Well as of last year I could say I was on both sides of the equation, and I can say getting unwanted attention is better than getting nothing or getting rejected.
Around February last year, just before the pandemic I was having a drink at a bar when this guy approached me all smooth like Chads in the movies. It wasn't a gay bar but like all chads he didn't give a shit about who I was, he was going to try and get what he wanted. He told me he recognized me from a grappling tournament that I had competed at a month before, but honestly I didn't recognize him. He was about 6'3, told me he was a brown belt, and competed in both the brown belt light heavy division (195 pound max) and the absolutes/open weight division. And if you compete in the openweight division it's a pretty clear indicator that you're confident in your abilities, or maybe that you think you can outweigh any manlets like me who think they could have a chance. At the time I was a white belt and I competed at that tournament in the featherweight (154 pounds max) division. So this guy was taller, bigger, and was literally proven to be a better grappler than I was. If it ever got physical with this guy, I would get choked into tomorrow and so would most other living men that would try to stop him.
We chatted for a little bit about the superbowl and something that was on TV that night, and then he started getting aggressive, asking me if I was into men and whether I'd be open to "living a little" just to know what it's like to be with a guy. I kept telling the guy I wasn't interested and that I just wanted to drink alone, but he got more and more aggressive, arguing that he knows how to make men feel good the way women can't, and that there were other men in the past that let him do it and they enjoyed it. Eventually he tries grabbing my crotch and that's when I grab his wrist to get it off my pants and the bartender intervenes. The guy told me I was missing out and he left the bar when the bartender threatened to call the cops. I felt humiliated that the 5'1 foid felt she had to defend me from this guy
So no, it wasn't a good experience and it was scary. But I'd rather experience that every once in a while if it meant I could get with a girl, than live this current existence of being a 31 year old KHHV
Around February last year, just before the pandemic I was having a drink at a bar when this guy approached me all smooth like Chads in the movies. It wasn't a gay bar but like all chads he didn't give a shit about who I was, he was going to try and get what he wanted. He told me he recognized me from a grappling tournament that I had competed at a month before, but honestly I didn't recognize him. He was about 6'3, told me he was a brown belt, and competed in both the brown belt light heavy division (195 pound max) and the absolutes/open weight division. And if you compete in the openweight division it's a pretty clear indicator that you're confident in your abilities, or maybe that you think you can outweigh any manlets like me who think they could have a chance. At the time I was a white belt and I competed at that tournament in the featherweight (154 pounds max) division. So this guy was taller, bigger, and was literally proven to be a better grappler than I was. If it ever got physical with this guy, I would get choked into tomorrow and so would most other living men that would try to stop him.
We chatted for a little bit about the superbowl and something that was on TV that night, and then he started getting aggressive, asking me if I was into men and whether I'd be open to "living a little" just to know what it's like to be with a guy. I kept telling the guy I wasn't interested and that I just wanted to drink alone, but he got more and more aggressive, arguing that he knows how to make men feel good the way women can't, and that there were other men in the past that let him do it and they enjoyed it. Eventually he tries grabbing my crotch and that's when I grab his wrist to get it off my pants and the bartender intervenes. The guy told me I was missing out and he left the bar when the bartender threatened to call the cops. I felt humiliated that the 5'1 foid felt she had to defend me from this guy
So no, it wasn't a good experience and it was scary. But I'd rather experience that every once in a while if it meant I could get with a girl, than live this current existence of being a 31 year old KHHV