I went on a date with a guy who I kept seeing around. He seemed like a nice guy, just not really my type.
But he had worn me down, and I thought, it can't be that bad, can it?
We went to the pub, and he was trying to hurry me into having another drink, I said ill get the next round, I'll be a while with this one. He wasn't having it, but got another round in, I wasn't even halfway through my drink, and he repeated this several times. I had 3 drinks lined up and he had drunk 5 or 6 at this point. He was getting very annoyed at me because I wasn't drinking fast enough for his liking. I was getting a bit worried about how I could leave without him.
It must've shown in my face because this man walked upto us, and started chatting.
The man id gone to the pub with was all, oh go away. Shes mine. I've bought her drinks, she's going home with me. Go away, and starts squaring up to the bloke.
The stranger dug his heels in a bit, and actually ended up making him leave us alone, and he walked me to the taxi rank and made sure I had money to get home. I obviously did. But I dread to think what would've happened if he hadn't have stepped in.
I was a stupid stupid 18 year old.