We were already planning to go home and I was standing and someone wanted to dance with me again. And I dont want it anymore. I think some drunk man then suddenly a guy's hand forcefully grabbed my wrist to him I almost fell on the chairs blocking my path but he just grabbed me and I managed to go to him. He pulled me really close, held my waist and dance with me, when I saw who he is, I just thought wtf but then i was saved. That's it. He grabbed me to him so I would avoid the drunk guy who was asking me. It was the second time i danced with him and he was really close like i was the one giving space to both of us because he fucking is also drunk and he's like pulling me to him and I am tipsy and I want to tease men or like just experiment on the feeling but i have respect on him being drunk and his gf. It wouldnt even look good if someone saw us but it wasnt my fault he was pulling me so close and i fucking dont have his strength so i just keep our body separated still. But im just glad during that night he kept on saving me from other drunk old men. Even my cousin, J, he would always reason out for me.
