On a recent Saturday afternoon, I went out with my girlfriend to the local pub.
It was a nice day, and I had just gotten back from a short break with her boyfriend.
I sat at the bar, and the bartender asked if I wanted to have a chat.
I was a bit wary, as it was my first time to see a woman in her twenties, and had never been in a pub with her before.
I didn’t want to seem weird, but I figured I might have a good time.
She seemed like a nice enough girl, and so I agreed to sit down with her for a few minutes, and then went to the back to get drinks.
I ended up talking to the bartender for about half an hour before she got back to her table and started chatting with another couple.
I noticed that they were all wearing white tops, and it was clear they were looking for someone to have sex with.
The next thing I knew, a large black man in his late twenties or early thirties walked up to them.
I don’t know how long they were talking, but they started shouting and swearing.
At this point, I realized that this was a really bad time to talk to a woman.
The two guys had just come to the pub to meet someone, and they weren’t interested in talking about it.
I tried to ignore them, and told them I wasn’t interested either, and to leave.
They looked at each other and nodded their heads, and said that they didn’t mind talking to someone else.
I guess they thought I was joking, but if they wanted to talk, they could do it.
When I got home, I found the bartender in tears.
He had been drinking too much, and was about to go into cardiac arrest.
She was visibly distraught and scared.
I could tell she was in distress, and my girlfriend said she couldn’t believe what I had said to her.
She said that she had been dating a man in her thirtysomething in her early twenties for the past five years, and she had tried to avoid him, but he had become increasingly distant and aggressive.
She explained that he had a history of violence against women, and that he’d threatened her at least three times.
When she finally decided to speak with him, he said that he liked my girlfriend, but didn’t feel like they were right for each other.
He said he was sorry if she had let him down.
She asked if she could talk to him later, and he said he wanted to get away from the pub before she left.
When he went back to the bar and asked if he could go upstairs, she said she didn’t know why she had gone, and didn’t think she’d like going up with him.
He apologized for not wanting to go upstairs and said he had to go.
I told her I didn, too.
I asked him if he would leave if he was alone with me.
He told me that he wasn’t.
I said I wasn`t sure what was going on, but that I didn`t want to go out with him anymore.
She told me he would get angry and that I should get a lawyer.
I left the bar crying, and when I came home I told my girlfriend what had happened.
She started crying too, and couldn`t believe that I had actually said something like that.
She texted me a couple of hours later saying that she couldn`ti sleep well tonight, and asked me if I was ok.
I replied that I wasn’t.
She cried harder, and texted me back that she was worried about me, and if I were to tell anyone what had been said, I would feel really bad.
I felt so ashamed.
I talked to her for another hour, and got her to leave, but she told me I should call her later.
She never called.
The following day, I was at the gym, and a friend of mine told me about the incident.
He went over and sat down next to me.
I got up to get my clothes, and as soon as I saw him, I ran over and hugged him.
I started crying again, and felt so helpless and ashamed.
He came back and hugged me, too, saying, “I love you, and you are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I was very scared, but so relieved.
I cried for the first time in years.
After the event, I didn´t know how to feel.
I went to my therapist, and her response was to tell me that I shouldn`t have talked to this man, that he was acting out of anger, and this would have a terrible effect on me.
She didn`tt know what to do, and suggested that I just stop talking to this guy, because it would destroy me.
It took me a while to accept that I was in some kind of a mess, and start getting back to normal. When we