i probably had one of the worst experiences of my life with a guy last night. I met him like a month ago and he asked me my number so i gave it to him for some unknown reason, and so i didn't hear from him for like a month, and then he called me like a week ago or something and asked me out or whatever, i said ok, but i really wasn't that interested, so i kinda ditched him, and he kept calling me back to make another date so finally i didn't wanna be a bitch so i said ok for thursday, and so, whatever, long story short, i ended up being an hour late, and when i saw him he was much less good looking then i remembered. He was pretty ugly actually. So anyway, we're in the car, and he's like, do you wanna go and get a forty and hang out or whatever, and like an idiot i said "sure" because it's something that i would do with any guy friend of mine and it's pretty fun. But so he gets a forty, and we park in some parking lot of an apartment building of some sorts, in some random neighborhood, (luckily i know my way around montreal). And we talk for like five minutes, so i'm telling some story about i don't know what, and then he just pounces on me, and starts kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth, and it's Really disgusting like it was sickening, because he was slobering and licking me and he starts going down to my neck and he's licking it and sucking it and doing all kinds of weird disgusting tongue moves on me, and by the time i could push him away, i was soaking. I told him stop, slow down, let's just talk or whatever, but he really wasn't listening. He was forcing himself on me, and then pulling me on top of him, and i said i had a headache, and so he goes, i know how to cure that, and he seperates my legs and puts them on each side of him, ( keep in mind this whole time i'm struggling to get out of his grasp), and tries to take my shirt off and is "kissing" me everywhere i don't even wanna call it kissing, it's more like drooling. So i finally get him off me, and i look at my phone, it's like 10:45, so i tell him like "maybe we should finish the forties because i have to be home before midnight" so he goes "fine fine" and so i get him to drink and talk for about 10-15minutes. But then he starts trying Again! So i tell him i really have to pee, and he says, go behind that truck over there, and i go no, i'm not gonna pee behind a truck, take me somewhere else, so he's all annoyed, and he starts driving, and he's telling me, i'm gonna eat you out a bit, how do you like it, bla bla bla, and i completely ignore him i'm just thinking of how i'm gonna get the fuck away from this guy, and we get to tim hortons, and he gives me a water bottle, and he goes, here, go pee, and then wash yourself, and i'm gonna eat you out. So i freak out and i go 'WHAT?!" and i storm out of the car, but the tim hortons isn't anywhere near a bus stop or anything, so i can't really leave. but i spend like 20 minutes in the bathroom, and by the time i get out, it's like 11:40. So i get back in the car, and i say, can you take me home now i have to be back soon. And he says, no you don't you said you were gonna be back at 12:30, and i'm like no i said 12, i swear i said 12, and he says no ill bring you back for 12:30, and i'm arguing with him saying 'take me home now!' and he won't fuckin listen, and he drives me back to this fucking parking lot, and i'm screaming at him to take me home and he's saying no you said 12:30, you don't need to be home, i'm sorry i said what i said, so i become really silent, and he starts going on about how he doesn't just want me for sex, he wants to go out with me, but he couldn't resist me, and i say nothing. i'm planning my escape. so he keeps talking, and then he tries again to start making out with me, but i push him away, and i say take me home now in a really really serious tone, and he says ok ok, in 15 minutes. So i grab onto my purse, and in one swift movement i unlock the door and open it and manage to get out, but he's holding my jacket still, so i tug on it really hard and i start running like a mad person, and i go to a main street where LUCKILY a bus is passing right then. On the bus he calls me and he's like "ok, ok, i'm in the street now, i'm gonna take you home" and i laugh and say "no thankyou, and never call me again" and hang up. He called like 5-6 times in a row after but i turned my ringer off, and i just went home. It was a pretty fucked up and awful experience. It actually made me appreciate T, AH and other assholes in my life. At least they respected me to a certain extent. I guess now i know how horrible some guys can be... fuck, maybe i shouldn't be so picky.