Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Freak Magnet

Sometimes, I like to visit downtown Orlando on a Friday or Saturday night. I wouldn’t say I go very often, maybe once every few weeks and have really only started going out down there in the last year or so. There are some bars there I really love and it’s always a good place to go with the girls.

As much fun as I always have when I go downtown, I have to comment on how much of a freak magnet I am. I wouldn’t say I look very different from most 24-year-old females so I don't know why this happens to me, but when I am downtown with a group of my friends, it seems I always leave with a story of a guy doing something ridiculous to me. My other friends are getting hit on by successful, respectful men, which is always flattering, even if you are in a relationship. Not me…

Incident #1

I was downtown several months ago with my guy friend from high school and three or four of his friends…all guys. Walking down the sidewalk on our way to the car at the end of the night, a nasty old man pulled my hair as I walked by. Creep.

Incident #2

A few weeks ago, I was at a bar with my friends and their boyfriends. I wasn’t drinking, wasn’t really drawing attention to myself. I was standing, having a conversation with my friends when a random guy ran by and smacked my ass so hard I thought he left a handprint. I did not know this guy. I hadn’t even seen him earlier in the evening. He didn’t even stay around long enough for me to look at him in shock or scream at him. It was truly a hit and run.

Incident #3

This one happened just a few nights ago. We were nearing the end of the night, which always means we are at The Lodge, one of my very favorite downtown bars. I was drinking water, sober, but was almost able to say I had gone downtown without any inappropriate situations like the ones above. There are three guys about my age standing next to me at the bar. One is holding a case of beer he just ordered, the other one is about to shotgun a beer and the third guy is just making small talk with me. I am not exactly looking to meet a guy right now judging by the fact that I really like The Red Sox Fan, but they are entertaining. I cheer on the one as he shotguns his beer. He proceeds to slam the beer down on the bar, which sprays all over my arm. The next thing I know, the guy I had been chatting with is licking the beer off of my arm. WTF?

I’m sure I’m not the only person who goes downtown on a Saturday night and ends up with one of these stories, but it never fails to entertain me. I’m just a freak magnet…what else can I say?


  1. whattttt? LICKING your arm?! that's so wrong..but so hilarious too. it definitely sounds like you always have a good story after you go down town. i wish i had some funny ones..but i can't think right now of any. ...i need to get out more.

  2. Haha...yes. It is ALWAYS an adventure!