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So last night I went pub hopping with Mark, and it has becoming VERY clear to me that he has intentions that I don't share. When we met he was already rather drunk, then we went to a pub and each had a pint. Then we left to another pub and each had another pint (I poured half of mine in the toilet because I took advil last night for a killer toothache that is still not giving up). So when I was almost done, he started insisting on buying me another, and I kept putting my foot down and saying no, because I had to get up in the morning to mind the kids for the whole weekend. After 15 minutes of saying no, and that I needed to go home, he still went to the bar and bought us both ANOTHER pint. Needless to say, I let my stubborn side come out and refused to drink the third pint, letting him know that he had to drink both now because I had already told him I had to leave. Then I had another 15 minute arguement over going home. He insisted on walking me (or hiking, as the case may be) back to my house but I didn't want that because he wouldn't stop touching me. He just wouldn't stop. I kept backing away, turning my head if he got to close, etc and he just didn't get the point. He was swaggering he was so drunk. In the end I had to pull the bitch card and started to push my way out of the pub/club we were in at that point and hailed a taxi.



I just don't get it. I don't send any romantic notions into his fucking brain but he still seems to think that I am an objection of his affection. Why are men so dense?! I just don't fucking get it. I never had this problem at home, ever. No always meant no to the boys back home (except Zack, of course) yet these boys out here just don't seem to know what that simple two letter word means.



And to put the icing on the cake, I'm pretty sure that he's not inviting the other guys along even when I ask him to call them and see who wants to do what. I always get the same answer from him, that no one is doing much of anything. Well what the fuck! If they're not doing much of anything, lets join them on that quest of nothingness! I didn't want to get trashed last night alone with him, and I certainly didn't and don't want to be alone with him pub hopping and getting drunk when there's no one else to save my ass if he tries something.



He kept saying "In Ireland things are laid back, 10 minutes or an hour, it doesn't matter."



Do I honestly need to say that I had to remind him that I am NOT Irish?!