Considering all of my past experiences, you'd think I would have learned. Going out last night I thought that because I had on full length trousers and long sleeves no-one would look at me. I thought that because i'd made myself so fat sinse 'that' happened, no-one would even think about coming on to me, because i'm so ugly. Think again. I went to a club and had a fucking horrible experience. Although I wasn't raped, it came pretty damn close. The male touched me in intimate places, and kissed me when I didn't want it. I didn't want it. He grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go until I gave him my mobile phone number. He kept asking me to go outside with him. To have sex with him. Because i'd had a drink, I started off by saying "Sorry mate, i'm a lesbian". Thought that would be enough for him to leave. The male didn't understand that because English was not his first language. It went on and I decided that "Fuck off" was quite universal, so it was my best bet to say it. Again, he didn't stop. I just said "No" and walked away. He followed me. I ended up asking a bouncer to stay with me for 10 minutes until I was sure he'd leave me alone. In the end he found some other girl and went off with her. I shouldn't have let it get as far as it did. I'm pissed off that he has my phone number. I'm pissed off because he was a stranger, and how do I know he didn't have something like hepititus? I'm pissed off at myself because I can't defend myself. I'm pissed off because even now almost 10 years later, I still get paralysed and agree to do (almost) anything whenever a man touches me.