Tonight was the Holiday Ball at my college. It's the one night where the college actually encourages drinking, partying and of course dancing at the ball. Now, understand that I went last year and had a blast. I had a huge group of friends that were sober but still crazy enough to have fun with. By this time around, more of my friends paired off with their recent boyfriends and whatnot leaving only a handful of us left. No big deal right? More room for the craziness. Then here comes one of my associates (he's not really a friend since we don't hang out or anything, but I think he's a very nice person) prancing on up to me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and he was totally drunk and his dancing was rather rough. (As in I got pushed and pulled at) I managed to make my escape, but then here comes kid number two (who is actually a senior) and he starts getting rather close and comfy dancing next to me. Emphasis on the close part. Now, I don't mind the mash-pit style environment but the rough grabbing of arms and waist is seriously pushing it. If it was my boyfriend and he wanted to get personal, yah, sure, whatever, but some guy I don't even know? No.

My friend (who's name I can't spell) was kind enough to 'protect' me (in a sense) by acting as my escort (which made it really look like we were a couple, thank heavens). He was really nice, he got me water and everything. He's terrible at dancing (according to him), but I was so glad he was willing to dance and act crazy with the rest of us anyways. You're my hero dude!

Anyways, moral of the story is: I don't like pushy men. I don't like alcohol smelling men. I don't like men who smell like a wet cigar. I don't like men who smoke period. (sorry, can't stand the smell. It makes me gag) I don't like men who are only after... well... you know. I think I just don't like men. My happy-go-hopeful disposition towards men has been completely trashed. I'm not in a good mood. Can you tell? *dies*