So this weekend, I experienced one of the most awkward and infuriating nights of my life. (tl;dr at bottom, for those who don't care to read a novel)
I live in Taiwan, and speak borderline no Chinese. I have two main co-workers. #1 is a slightly older guy who's been here five years and has a decent grasp of Chinese. He's getting married in a few months. #2 has been here about a week or two. Also speaks no Chinese.
So it's Friday night, work's over, and at #1's request, we accompany him and his gf to a Japanese karaoke place. Everyone gets pretty drunk.
As the night goes on, and more and more people depart, this girl starts giving all kinds of signals she likes me. She speaks no English, but she brings me hot towels to wipe my hands (there's finger food), blows me kisses, pulls me up to dance a few times. She's hot, I'm drunk, and my co-workers are egging me on, so I start watching her a bit more closely. I see that The Girl, whenever she's not focussing her attention on me, is laying herself on every other guy in the place, hard. Her friends that are there have hooked up, and she doesn't want to go home alone. She's fishing to get taken home by anyone. I am occasionally that potential anyone.
Click. I'm no longer interested. At all. During her advances, I try to make this clear. But Im about to enter a shitstorm. All of my friends and her friends have hooked up, and will be going home happy, and they see her floundering, so they start trying to encourage me.
The Girl, in her latest attempt at scavenging something from this night, plonks herself straight in my lap. Smooth, you haven't spoken a word to me, you can't speak a word to me, this ship has sailed, and so you go to Plan B and just sit on my dick. I use getting up to pee as an excuse to go. When I get back, Co-Worker #1 is talking to the girl, and telling her I like her, he works with me, I'm a great guy, etc. This is bad. When #1's drunk, he will do anything to set you up with a girl. Even if you don't want it, and you make it as clear as day. I tell him to stop, but there's no telling him.
I look around me, I see that everyone in this room is urging this terrible situation on, and I slowly start becoming drunkenly angry with all of them. I consider leaving, but we shared a taxi there and I figured it'd be rude to not pitch in on a taxi back,. Plus, Co-Worker #2 lives in the same building as me and doesn't know his way home.
#1 is now getting pissed off at my lack of enthusiasm. Finally, he orders me to get my phone out, and starts asking for her number, straight out. No-one is dancing or singing anymore, everyone is watching, willing this to happen. The awkward storm has escalated to Category 5. I consider just leaving again, but theres talk of moving on to another bar. So I think, fuck it, I'll take down her number, we'll move to the next bar, I'll sit at the bar and ignore her, I'll delete the number. I pull out my phone. It takes us about a minute to get three digits in. The Girl, having never found an easy fuck so difficult, has become hesitant herself. So I flip my phone shut, tell them to forget it, and storm downstairs to wait for us to move on to the next bar (I dont know how to get there).
At this point, I'm seething, but I don't want to make a scene. The rest of them come downstairs. Theres now only six of us left; Co-Worker #1 and his gf, #2 and his chosen one, The Girl, and me. The Girl now has a clear look of despair on her face. She's terrified she may not get some tonight. We set off. It starts to rain, a decent, tropical rain. I don't have an umbrella. She does. She pops it open, throws it in my hand, and grabs me by the arm. Im trapped. I carry the umbrella. Every time she tries to lean on me, I move her away. Every time she tries to grab my hand, I shrug it off. We get to the other bar, I throw the umbrella back in her hand, walk inside, and sit at the far side of the bar to the rest of the group.
Bar's closed, so I sit there sipping water, trying to calm down. I look down the other end of the bar, and she's on the verge of crying, and everyone's giving me dirty looks. And now I'm furious. I'm thinking, if I was the sort of guy who would throw myself at a girl like that - which I'm not - and I was rejected, and I sulked about it, everyone would laugh in my face, especially if I was clearly just after some weekend snatch. But you, you're a fucking woman, so you spill some tears and you're obviously the victim here. But go ahead, milk that sympathy, you sorry little strumpet.
And now the ultimate irony: they leave the bar without me. I've stayed for the last hour, hour and a half out of obligation to chip in on a taxi and help the new guy find his way home, and they leave me there. I turn to the barman, who has noticed, and suddenly seems like the first decent person Ive encountered this night, and we have a laugh about it. He orders me a taxi, and I go home.
tl;dr: Went out for karaoke, was caught in the perfect storm with the keenest harlot on the premises and her entourage, and, in my lack of interest, came out the villain in everyone's eyes.
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