Indecent Proposal

Last weekend, I was at a wedding. My husband couldn't go because he had to work, but I went anyway because we were expected. I was seated at a table where there were 8 single guys! Eight single guys and one married woman!! Woody Allen couldn't have directed it better.
Initially I was bored (not surprising), but then I had some wine, the music found my beat, and I joined the crowd on the dance floor. I'm one of those people that don't mind dancing with... er, by myself, but of course it's always nice to have a partner. Or so I thought.

This guy who had been sitting at my table suddenly popped up right in front of me and started matching my moves. This continued on into the evening, with his drunkenness telling me how awesome I am, how I'm the only honest girl in there (?), etc, etc. You're wondering where's the whine? It's coming, believe me.

After a couple of hours I had a huge grin on my face, with no memory of what boredom even meant. I was in such a good mood that I actually laughed out loud when my accidental dance partner asked me to come to the bathroom with him so that he could bite into my tit!

"I'm sorry," I was still chuckling, "I thought you heard when I said to everyone that I was married."

"You're married?" He slurred.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on." I apologized.

"Come to the bathroom with me," he continued on completely unfazed "I want to put it up your ass."

 Even animals that don't speak human languages knew they should be appalled by this request. This guy, however, obviously comes from planet Asshole.

I must be an idiot for not punching him in the face right then and there. Instead, I continued trying to explain to him that I was married, that I had no interest in him, and that I was certainly not going to let him, or anyone else for that matter, put it up my ass. You see, at that time I was still under the influence of the previous few hours. I had actually been feeling grateful to this prick for giving me a good time.

What a fool I was. Not only did I fail to transmit my message to him, but he went on to tell me the vilest of things.

"I'm really sorry. I honestly didn't mean to lead you on." I was still saying.

"You know I have a huge cock," he went on. "And, I'd like you to suck it and swallow my sperm."

HOLY SHIT!! I can't believe that he just said that to me!! This is even worse than when that dude licked my shoulder last summer.

Slowly, I backed away from him, but not before telling him that he had spoiled everything, and that he was a jerk. I doubt he cared about either of those things.

I left home feeling conflicted, but most of all dirty. I was both disgusted and wrought with guilt. I understood in that moment how a woman who had been violated, could end up feeling responsible for the act. It wasn't until I moaned about this to a few friends that I realized that I'd done nothing wrong; that dancing with someone does not warrant an invitation to be abused.


Sadly, I think this experience has put me off flirting.
 
At least for a little while.

Has anyone else been a recipient of an indecent proposal? Please share. I'd feel better knowing that I'm not the only one attracting scum of the Earth.

*JELENA*