First few nights we were hanging out in the common room, playing drinking games, and meeting people from around the world. However, there was this older Asian woman who would float from group to group trying to join in and steal a beer or two. No one really complained at first.
On the third night, five of my buddies and these four Aussies decide to play Kings (or Kings Cup). Well, this lady joined and we tried to be nice and teach her the game. She pulled a king, which is rule master. We explained the rule and gave her some examples: must have your drink in hand at all times, laugh a certain way, no eye contact, etc.
She takes a few seconds to think and looks directly at me and says ‘Take off your pants!’ I just sit in disbelief and my buddy right away starts laughing. One of the Aussie chicks explains it doesn’t work that way. The woman then starts yelling other things at me. ‘Show me your butt! Let me see c*ck! Give me dance!’
At this point, I am trying to laugh it off, but I’m super embarrassed too. We ended up kicking her out of the game and then she was kicked out of the hostel the next day because she was found to be sneaking into other people’s rooms at night.”
That was pretty traumatic and creepy, 0/10 would not do again.”
“My buddy’s girlfriend showed up at my front door drunk and ready to bang. She professed her love for me and had built up this secret relationship between the two of us in her head. Like, we had our song and stuff like that. She said that the only reason that she was still with him was so that she could see me. I was pretty creeped out.
I was polite but told her that I wasn’t interested in any way. I made sure that she got home safe and then called my friend to tell him what happened. When he confronted her, she said that we had slept together that night. He called me on speakerphone in front of her and asked what happened. I told him the same story I told him the night before. He broke up with her right there and threw her out of his house.
She emailed me about six months later to tell me that she missed me. I did not respond.”
Then out of nowhere this woman comes and sits next to me, I look up at her, and she stares intently into my eyes. ‘Hey honey do you mind if I sit here?’ she asks. ‘Umm, yeah sure go ahead’ I told her rather confused.
Now, I should let you know, I’m a 17-year-old white Jewish kid and she’s a black woman in her 30s. I could never see what she’d want with me.
She slowly stares me up and down and asks if I want to join her for her workout, I declined, telling her that I just finished actually. She says something along the lines of ‘I can sure see that,’ with a wink. Now it’s getting even creepier as she tries to nudge closer to me and as she stares deeply into my eyes. I just nervously smile.
Then out of nowhere, this hulking black guy appears behind her, my first thought is that this guy is about to fuck me up. He’s about to open a can of whoop-ass on me. He extends his hand. Whelp. Then he shakes my hand and says to what I have now figured is his client, ‘Is this young man joining us today?’ Before she can even answer another woman joins the duo, she too is staring intently into my eyes.
For a few moments, they all just stand there, smiling at me, then staring only to look at each other and smile more. This is beyond awkward.
Then they all just nod at me and leave.
I have no idea what they wanted, but something tells me they were scouting for someone to join their threesomes, someone ironic, and they all wanted me.”
No context, or even sexual talk having ever occurred between us that might justify it, or make it potentially an (unfunny) joke, or anything. It was just out of nowhere.”
“I had a girlfriend when I was young who carved a heart with my first initial inside it into the flesh of her hip.”
Stop asking if she was hot. It doesn’t matter, it’s still not ok.”
I was 26 or something at the time, the girl was 31 and hot for me – she was reasonably good looking – we worked at the same company. I was thinking of sealing the deal at least casually.
So we were drunk at a pub (every Friday after work) – she started telling me about someone her mum knows that has cancer. She ends it by saying ‘he deserves it anyway.’
I said, ‘WHOA? what the f*ck does that mean? Did he do something wrong to you or your mum?’
She says, ‘Nope, everyone that gets cancer has done something evil in their past to deserve it. It’s like bad karma.’
Knowing the perfect comeback that logic can’t defeat I say:
‘Bullsh*t. What about sweet, innocent two-year-old kids with leukemia? They haven’t been able to do anything evil to get cancer.’
She says: ‘No, they have done something evil also.’
I say: ‘You mean in a past life?’ (think she may be Buddhist with the karma talk).
She says: ‘No.’
So I nope’d the f*ck out of there.”
But… she was still super hot so I pretended that was totally normal.”
“My ex says she saw dead people. At a party, she said there was a dead man in the house wanting us to get out. She sat on the bathroom floor for 20 minutes staring into nothing. Then she let out a big breath, lowered her head, and started crying… then we left.
She was a really nice girl but that particular side of her was creepy.”
I quickly made my excuses and got off at the wrong stop just to get out of the situation.”
Over the course of about the next 15 minutes she still tries to go after my pint, then keeps asking me to buy her a drink (I declined), then offered to ‘service’ me for a drink (definitely declined), then started to get upset with me and telling everyone near that I was her boyfriend and was being an asshole and violent. Luckily it’s my friend’s pub. We called her a cab and sent her on her way.
She wandered back in 15 minutes later and started the same routine with another man sitting a few stools down from me who had witnessed the previous incident…”
I replied, ‘Umm yea.’
Then she said, ‘Huh doesn’t look like it,’ and drove off.