What I had to say put too much of a damper on the night so they deleted the event so my comment wouldn’t be seen.
I guess I’m not allowed to express myself either.
So, went out. Had some
Fun. We were in a group of like 12 people, and one of the friends of my friends grabbed my ass 4 hours in.
I was so mad. It ruined my night. By the time I got to Stephen’s car I was crying.
So I wrote a message on the Facebook event for tonight.
Sexual harassment is sexual harassment. Grabbing my ass might not seem like a big deal, but I thought I was finally safe from that. I was surrounded by friends in our own private area, and I still had my ass grabbed.
I’m drunk and have been mad and crying. I posted on facebook so hopefully he’s called out and stops the behavior, because apparently it’s just “what he does” And he’s been told many times.
Friggen stupid people ruening going out. This is why I don’t go out.
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
And your weightlifting progression haha
Step 1 2 and 3 are on their way. I’m getting excited!!!
Tonight I had a new client that loves me and wants extensions, and has a lot of pull with new people coming to the city, so she said she would refer lots of people to me.
I love her already! And she’s a super sweet girl! Fun to chat with! I just need 10 clients like her and I’ll meet my goal for next year.