It's good to have men on your team. When you go out to the club and all the dogs are out of their cages, they are drooling and undressing you with their eyes, your guys have your back. As a woman of the world I have dealt with a lot of misogynists on my own so sometimes it's nice to have someone else handle your business for you.
Linkoping Sweden is pretty low key. If you want to get crazy it just isn't the place for you. We all went out to the club to get our dance on. It had been too long. The intoxication level was fairly high and our clothes were drenched in sweat. Dancing together guaranteed that the sweat on our skin and clothes wasn't purely our own. We are sharing sweat. We go out for a smoke break. This dude is speaking to me in Swedish and I tell him I don't speak the language well enough to carry on a conversation. He keeps speaking it at me anyway. He's wasted. He comes up and he's still talking to me. He kisses me. I tell him to back up. R says something and he tells him to shut up. Aev snaps. Aev is pretty easy going. I am a little shocked by his reaction. He tells him not to talk to him like that. The dude wants to fight. They are getting too close to each other. I stand up and try to intervene. I keep repeating that Aev is going to beat this guys ass. He is small. He is relentless and keeps threatening him, telling him to meet him outside. I tell him to get lost. His friends come and save him from an imminent ass whooping. Things mellow out and the dancing continues. As my friend once said, don't poke the bear.
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