March 17, 2013
In light of all of these #MeToo movements, and women telling their story, it looks like lots of girls have their own personal stories to tell. It's sad to see how many people feel comfortable taking advantage of others in situations where they don't have full control of their thoughts and actions.
St. Patties of 2013 was supposed to be a night where I was meeting "friends" out for bar hopping. I was trying to get my mind off of my recent break up so I thought socializing was the way to do it, rather than staying in and being depressed about it. The people I met up with were Dave and his new girlfriend Anna, Justin B, Shawn B, this married Jewish friend of theirs, Philip C, and a bunch of pharmacy crew girls who were about a decade older than me. I drove the Volvo to Philly because I still didn't have a new car after the accident that totaled my 2011 Z earlier that February.
I met them at the designated bar where we were having a light beer (I had a cider), just so we could round everyone up. I was wearing boot-cut jeans, some short heeled knee-boots, and a tight-fitted camo-patterned shirt that showed some cleavage (not out of the ordinary for me).
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