What's the most wildly inappropriate thing to ever happen to you?

[badassbaby]

I'll start...
When I was 19 I was working as a waitress in a holiday hotel.
I was having a wild, incredibly exciting relationship with the hotel manager, who was a good 15 years older than me.
Guests would fill out feedback forms on the hotel.
One day my boss (Restaurant manager) called me into his office. He showed me a feedback form that stated the guests weren't able to get a proper nights sleep, due to incredibly load love making all night long from the room above them.
The restaurant manager then pointed out that the room in question was the hotel managers room (his boss)
I can't remember what I responded, but when I think about it now, what the hell was he thinking of?!? And why question me about it and not the hotel manager?
I had the arrogance of youth so of course carried on exactly as before 😂
So what's yours?

when I was 19 I was dating my regular taxi driver who was 49 to get free fares

slept with a married man "we're separated" she then rang him the next morning while he was still at my house asking where he was!

uh, just remembered this one, when I was 13 I met my crushes Dad and Uncle at a school summer fayre, they asked my crush if I had a parrot and he said no??? and the unlce said "No? but I bet shes had a cock-or-two" ugh

went to a sleepover when I was 12 the other girls started bullying me and telling horror stories when they knew I was scared so I asked her Mum if I could go home, she said I'd have to walk!!! it was a 25 minutes walk at 2am in my bare feet as they had hidden my shoes.

oh, another one, my best friend when we were 14 had a boyfriend who was a 28 year old drug dealer! he took us to a night club and I threw up drunk on the dancefloor and got kicked out, once outside I told the bouncer we were only 14 and my friend punched me in the face for getting her barred aswell!

Men who have to refer to themselves as 'nice guys' are rarely that.

I’ve name changed for this. I had to leave a job as I questioned the volunteer porter. The other nurses actually turned on me. He was so ‘in’ with the team that they had lost sight of the fact he was honestly just a random man. Not a professional HCP. This was pre police checks, not that they are that useful as you have to be caught.

I was newly qualified and he gave me the utter creeps. He was 50 something with horrendous BO and stunk of cigarettes. He was he would stay in the cubicle while the girls would change into a gown. the child/teen would just be in knickers.

First time I was so shocked and it happened so quickly I didn’t say anything. Second time I had to make a scene. He would not back down and was trying to undermine me as a new nurse. He would not leave saying stuff like we need to get the theatre or we will miss the slot. Eventually he left.

Happened several times and he didn’t leave without a fuss each time. I’m sure the other nurses were allowing him to stay. He then dug his own grave by complaining about me and the head of nursing spoke with me. The ward was one paediatric ward among lots of adult wards we were quite isolated from the ‘adult’ world. She was horrified at what I was saying she had no idea there was a volunteer porter and it turned out he only did the paeds ward.

Some of the team hounded me, the porter team were vile to me. Some of the nurses privately told me that he was a creepy perv but they didn’t do anything! He ‘retired’ and never came back. He ruined my experience of my first job.

Similar to pp, my friend at school was 14 with a 30 year old boyfriend. He was married with a child but was going to leave them for me friend one day 😡We all thought it was really cool.

@ChiBox you were heroic. Fuck those others, people like that enabled monsters like Saville.

I am weeping with rage reading what happens to us girls and women, and the bastard men that rape and abuse. All these stories ring true with me and I can’t believe how naive I was when young. There is no way to tell the good ones from the bad ones until it is too late, and it seems there is no way we can protect our girls. I am furious

Aged about 19, exceptionally naive.
Used to get a taxi home when finishing work after 2300hrs.
One night the taxi driver for some horrible reason,drive his car out into a country lay by and started to get into back seat.I was terrified and eventually be took me home.
refused to get into a taxi for years.was too ashamed to tell anyone,wish I had as he might of done it to other young girls but was so innocent and embarrassed.

Thank you, I was ashamed I didn’t go straight to the matron. It took him complaining not me. I just made noises but didn’t report it higher. I was 21 and a young 21. Now I would be straight into the office and telling the parents to make complaints.

And that is why single sex rights are so important and need to be preserved.

Of course FieldMapleMabel but “nothing ever happens” does it ?

See I'm reading this thread in horror and thinking 'thank god nothing like this has ever happened to me' then I remember all the random men groping me in clubs, the sleazy male teachers openly staring at my legs when I was 13/14/15, the teacher who essentially offered to facilitate me losing my virginity to the boy I had a crush on when we we were 15.
I've normalised it and assimilated it and I feel so sad and so angry for us all.

One of the worst I remember is being about 14. I wore a lot of make up etc and looked older (generally), so had been on a night out to pubs with a (literal) girlfriend. However, at the last pub, got into an altercation with bar staff after taking our money for our drinks, then taking it off us whilst I was in the bathroom because we looked underage. I wanted a refund and then to leave, but the manager was having none of it. I was being aggressive, to be fair, but the manager absolutely was egging me on and finding it hilarious. (It doesn't excuse my behaviour, and I'm ashamed about this as this is the furthest from the person I am now, and wouldn't say boo to a goose, very shy and reserved now).

I'm embarrassed to say I launched up off the table at the manager (have no idea what I would have done, slapped him maybe?). Yes I was a 14 year old with an attitute problem, and thought as I was stocky/chubby, I could take care of myself.

Until I felt a very sharp pain on my head, and body, and was brought back down to earth.

Another customer (man), looked in his 30's, but maybe could have been in his 20's I suppose, had grabbed me by my hair, and my waist so fucking hard, and I've to this day, never quite felt pain like it. I remember him saying something to the manager, to the effect of he knows me (he didn't), and he'll get me out and on my way.

At the point he grabbed me, I should say, I did completely stop moving, wasn't fighting or anything. He dragged me out by my hair and body. Once outside, he let go, and started trying to be friendly and walk with us. He explained he was just trying to get me out of there so I didn't get in trouble, and the manager was a dick. I asked my girlfriend if she'd come back with me, or I could go to hers, as it was quite obvious I was nervous about this man. She said she couldn't, she had to get home. The man still walking with us at this point, I asked her for a private word, took her aside, and told her I was frightened by this man, that I thought he would follow me home. She didn't care, and I assume was (quite rightly) mortified by my behaviour in the pub (though not enough to not see me again, at her insistence, her excuse when I asked her about this was she 'thought i'd be fine'), and left me and went home. I told the guy I was fine, didn't live far and was going home. It didn't deter him.

All I remember was trying to walk home, about a mile, and for half of it this guy was walking with me, grabbing me by my hair and my body, roughly, ragging me everywhere and it left me with bruises and my head was killing. I kept asking him to stop, telling him he was hurting me, but he wouldn't. I remember telling him if he just let go of me, I'd walk fine. He wasn't holding me up - I was able to walk. Somehow, I ended up one the opposite side of the road at some point? And I was in such agony I just collapsed and sat down on the roadside kerb so he'd hopefully let go of me and relieve some of the pain. I honestly don't know what he was trying to do. It was a road with houses all around, although well past midnight so quiet as a ghosttown. I think I remember something about him trying to get me to go back to his, but I can't be sure. It was down a road that I knew had a very secluded woody bit, and I had this feeling if I went down there with him, he would do something bad to me.

At this point, I'm sat on a kerb, and this guy is still pulling my head around by my hair. Pulling me by my hair to face his face etc. I don't know why or what he was trying to do, but I do remember the pain seemed to last forever, until a car pulled up, and a woman roughly middle age, in the drivers seat shouted his name, 'Weirdoman! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEAVE HER ALONE!' and there was some terse words back and forth, I think he maybe said I was drunk and he was helping me, and the woman shouted back 'Leave her alone!' during which I got up and left, he followed me a while, and I ran the rest of the way home.

I went the shops in the morning for a hangover drink and saw him. He acted liked he had no fucking clue who I was.

I can understand the rough treatment in the pub, I deserved it if thats what it took to get me out. What I don't understand, is why this guy was walking with me, but pulling my hair everywhere whilst doing so, or why so rough. Part of me excuses that maybe he was trying to direct me home, and he was concerned I wouldn't get home if he didn't get me home, as I was so inebriated, and as I was a bigger girl, I was perhaps being a handful. But, I'd been inebriated in the past, and had two men carry me up a flight of stairs (very tall/big men, harmless and kind) who never hurt me in the slightest!

I remember he was only about an inch taller than me (and I'm short) and was quite slim, didn't seem muscular, and being completely gobsmacked at how fucking strong this man was, who was physically smaller than me. I couldn't get over it. I've never known pain like it. He wasn't hitting me, but the pulling at me and ragging me around was agony.

I wish I could remember more of it, to make sense of it, but I was obviously inebriated at the time. That one never left me and made me cautious of men, even if they seem smaller than me.

I do remember he looked like Ted Bundy. (He wasn't, obviously!). Strange!

At 13 & 14 I had so many friends that age who all had boyfriends over 20, one was 24. I also thought they were cool. Now it makes me feel ill 🤢

I was 15 and riding my bike along a long country back road with trees and undergrowth each side. A man in a car pulled up next to me no one else anywhere in sight, and asked me to meet him the next day in the same place and nodding his head towards the side of the road.
I thought the best thing to do was agree and be nice and off he went. I often wonder if he turned up the dirty bustard.

When I was 15 I had to go for an xray (?) on my neck. The technician locked the door and told me to take off everything above the waist. I felt very uncomfortable but didn't want to refuse in case there was a technical reason why it was necessary. He watched as I undressed. Dirty bastard. This was in 1964. I was very naïve, and knew nothing about sex at the time.

When I was in year 6 at primary school my male teacher groped me squeezing my bum in the store cupboard when I was getting paper. I told him to stop it and he laughed. At the time, I didn't realise how bad it was and now it makes me feel sick. I never told my mum :( definitely a creepy p bastard and he was well liked as a teacher all the kids loved him.