I'd like to start by saying i'm not a prude; however, i freely admit i have trust issues when it comes to men.
I was away for the weekend with my two best friends. Friend A is a very flirty, outgoing woman and just goes with the flow with most situations. She rarely gets worked up about anything. Friend B is more like me. Slightly uncomfortable in new groups of people/surroundings. But we're all generally up for a laugh, we just have different boundaries from each other.
Anyway. On the first night of our break, we went round various pubs and clubs, having one drink in each, but staying for longer if we liked it.
In the first pub, a very drunk man came over to our table and started wrapping his arm around me and friend A's waist. She was laughing politely, trying to get him to go away. I sort of turned my back to him and talked to friend B, wriggling free of him every time he touched me. He persisted for another five minutes before moving onto the next table of women.
In the next place, my friends and i were dancing. in the space of ten minutes, three different men threw themselves at friend B, trying to kiss her.
We moved on. I went to the bar, and got chatting to a lovely man (or so he seemed). He was very drunk but was also very polite. After ten minutes, he asked for my number and i said okay (a bit drunk myself). He said it would be nice to meet for lunch tomorrow before i go home the following day.
In the next place, i bumped into him again. And after a few hours we kissed. Then, all manners went out the window. He was groping my backside and kept asking me to go home with him. I said no way, and he called me a horrid name, a tease, and then stormed off. He came back an hour later and tried it on with me again. I told him no. And then (which i'm furious about now), i apologised for leading him on/building up his expectations.
When my friends and I got back to the hotel, he text me ten times saying i'm gorgeous etc, will i meet him tomorrow. I ignored and blocked his number the next morning.
The second night was worse. In one place, i tripped as i was coming upstairs from the toilet. Two men were behind me. One of them hit my backside really hard, and i yelled at him (kicked him in the balls). Back upstairs, they tried it again and said 'you loved it really. You love the punishment'. I was furious. We left, and went elsewhere.
I was sitting at a table in another place. One guy came up and chatted to friend A. Then, for no reason whatsoever, he turned round and called me a stupid bitch!
We left. In another place, as i was walking downstairs, a guy just grabbed my neck, tried to kiss me. When i pushed away, he told me to fuck off, and called me a slut.
I was really upset by all of this. More so, because friend A tried to excuse their behaviour saying they were just acting like typical drunken men. She said i shouldn't take their comments seriously. They don't know me, so their comments are stupid.
I don't go out much to be honest (maybe once or twice a year), so maybe i was just more shocked by this behaviour because of that. Whereas friend A and B (childless) go out every weekend, so will be more used to it.
Please don't think i'm not up for a laugh, or i'm a boring old fart or anything. i'm not. I just don't think this is acceptable. And it's still playing on my mind.
I was probably more sensitive to it because i was on edge thinking about dd (never left her for more than one night before). Friend B has recently lost a parent and i felt like i couldn't say no to her about going away.