Story Time #1 – The Nightclub Stalker

This is ANOTHER new series for 2018 that I have thought on and off about doing for quite some time now. I was (and probably still will…) going to do it as something fun on my personal Instagram account but why should my friends have all the fun with stories, eh?

I remember recently telling this story to a few girls at work and even mentioned it in passing to Dane and I knew that story times needed to becoming a part of my blog. I am always a fan of sharing funny, scary and serious stories with friends and family of what has happened to me in the past.

So why not share them with you guys too? So here is the first of many of my story time posts! The first one being The Nightclub Stalker. I have added some pictures on here from that night too! I have cropped out anyone I was in pictures with for their own privacy.

This happened back in 2011, the day of my graduation for my BA. I graduated with a 2:1 in drama and creative writing and I was so happy! I’d been out for a meal with my parents after the ceremony and went home for a well deserved nap. That evening me and some friends were due to go out to celebrate and to be honest out of at least 10 or more friends I had asked out that evening, only 2 turned up. Funnily enough I’m not friends with one of them anymore and the other I talk to very rarely. We’re still Facebook friends which is nice.

ANYWAY! So already a bit fed up about only being able to celebrate with 2 of my friends, I intended to enjoy myself regardless! We decided to go out clubbing and we decided on our club of choice. I’m not going to name place names by the way, nor will I name people. This club in particular was decent because you paid £10 to get in before 11pm and you would get a ticket with 10 drinks on it. Each drink equalled a shot so if you wanted a double JD and coke you’d use up 2 of your drinks. With me? Good. 😛 So we all got those and headed to the bar.

NOW you’re aware of the setting for this story, I will rewind and go back almost a month previous to this evening…

So, almost a month previous I was on a night out with my friends for their final freshers at university (they were a year behind me) and I was a single pringle at the time so I was doing whatever I wanted, etc. I’d met a cute looking guy on the dance floor, we were having a laugh, had a cheeky snog (as you do!) and got his number (as you also do!) and headed home. A couple of days later he was texting me about meeting up for a date, so I did. The date was awful to say the least. He was clearly high on drugs and just a bit of an arrogant prick. He kept hinting for me to go to his place soon as he lived nearby to where I did. It was annoying but tolerable, nothing different to the bullshit I had had to listen to on dates previously (as well as after!). When the date ended I was relieved and headed home, hoping to never have to see him again!

Sadly, this wasn’t the case. Now we’re back to the night of my graduation. Me and my friends in the club, drinks in hands and dancing on the stage to some amazing rock and indie tunes! We were loving life and I was feeling less tired after such a long day. THEN my phone started buzzing, I checked it to see who it could be and it was him. The bad date guy (we will call him BDG for short).

BDG – “Hey Nat are you in this club?”

Me – “I might be. Why?”

BDG “I thought I saw you dancing on the stage! I’m coming over!”

Then before I even had chance to put my phone away in my handbag he jumping up on the stage and grabbing me for a hug. I went to say hello but was greeted with him trying to make out with me, which just creeped me out to be honest. Like yeah a quick friendly hug is all well and good but fuck at least buy me a drink! 😛

I pushed him away and spoke a little bit to try and break off what had just happened but as soon as I pushed away he pulled me in more. Hugging me hard and saying, “You graduated today didn’t you? OH MY GOD I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” Which at the time seemed sweet, but meh it wasn’t.

He was incredibly drunk and again, appeared to be high on some sort of drugs.

I broke away again and said about sitting down but he wanted to go and get some drinks. I asked my friends to come with me as quite honestly, I didn’t want to be left on my own with him. At least I could hug my friends if I didn’t want him to hug me.

We made our way downstairs as he insisted on going to that bar, THE VERY BUSY FUCKING BAR instead of the NICE AND QUIET BAR that was in the rock room. Whilst we were waiting to get our next drinks he noticed we all had our tickets ready to be stamped and excited said, “Oh wow you got the tickets? I didn’t managed to get one as I didn’t get here until after 11pm.”

Me being as sympathetic as ever, “Aww really? That’s a shame.”

“Can I have a couple of your drinks then?” He asked me, trying to be all puppy eyed.

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Some pre drinks, as you do! 😛

The cheeky fucker who had turned up loaded on whatever he’d taken before entering the club and who was already pissed was asking me for my drinks. I wasn’t even tipsy yet.

“Nooo these are my drinks! I paid for these and it’s my special day.” I had no fucks to give to be honest.

This back and forth of please? No. Please? No. Went on for a while until he went into a massive strop and wouldn’t talk to me.

“Look if you don’t have any drink tickets why don’t you just buy a drink?” I went on to ask him to try and find out why he was so adamant for my alcohol.

“I don’t have any! I spent it getting into the club.”

“Well, where are your friends?”

“I don’t have a clue. I lost them in here.”

How very convenient. Quite honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if they ditched him. Harsh yes, but read on. You will understand my harshness soon.

He was then starting to be funny towards me and make snarky comments, especially as we got closer to the bar and me and my friends discussed what we were going to have to drink.

In the end my one friend said, “Nat I’ll buy him a drink if it gets him off of your back.”

“No! Don’t you dare! You paid for those drinks so you use them. He’s not sponging off of us.”

“I won’t use them all anyway Nat, it’s okay. Honestly.”

So, to shut him up she bought him a drink, which in turn he moaned at.

“WKD? What you bought me this for? I want a double vodka and Redbull!” He mouthed off at my friend, even though he was drink said drink anyway.

“Oi! Be grateful she bought you a drink at all!” I shouted at him and stormed off back towards the stairs to go upstairs.

He was pissing me off. He was a bad smell that wouldn’t fucking do one and he was starting to ruin my evening, as well more than likely annoying my friends.

We headed upstairs, him following behind. The seating in this place reminded me of those uncomfortable benches you get in bus stops. I had told the girls to both sit either side of me to try and avoid him sitting next to me.

He wasn’t particularly pleased about that and asked both of my friends if they could swap places with him so he could sit next to me, but thankfully both of them refused. Sadly though at one point one of my friends got up as she wanted to stretch her legs. AS SOON AS HER ARSE GOT UP FROM THE SEAT HE SAT NEXT TO ME!

As TMI as this may be he was all over me. Each time I tried to shove him off he took it as a sign I was enjoying myself. He was just trying to kiss me loads as well as feel me up at the best of times. Eventually he got off of me and took a hint. At that point one of my friends was still sat next to me and where he was shoving into me I was also shoving my friend, which I felt bad about.

I also realise that the above may sound rapey… It didn’t feel it. It was just annoying and clingy and I regret not punching him “accidentally” in the balls.

That guy got up and declared that he needed a wee so wandered off.

“Come on Nat let’s leave. He’s really annoying and I don’t like how he’s behaving.” My one friend said.

“Yeah she’s right, we should go home.” My other friend agreed.

I was gutted. Not only had that fucker ruined my night, but he had now ruined my friends. Deep down I wanted to go home, but why the hell should I?! I paid my money to drink my 10 drinks and enjoy my fucking evening, with my friends.

“No we aren’t going! Why should we? He probably won’t come back anyway.”

Just as I said that he was appearing again and I quickly shuffled up and sat next to a guy who did not look like he should be in the rock room.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” I asked him as I shuffled up.

“Nah go for it.” He answered. He was sat with a drink chilling out and watching the dance floor. He didn’t seem to be with anyone.

I grabbed the girls to sit next to me so he wouldn’t be able to sit next to me at all! The only chance he’d be able to is if the guy moved.

As he came over his face went from smiley and cheerful to frowning and confused. There was nowhere for him to sit. I smiled at him, as did the other girls.

BDG – “Mate I wanna sit there.”

Random guy – “Nah. I’m sitting here.”

I was a mixture of shocked and relieved. I thought the guy might move but alas he didn’t want to.

I don’t know what else was said from memory but I just remember BDG throwing a punch at the guy and then the guy getting up and grabbing BDG by the throat. I freaked out, not knowing what to do! I know it sounds bad but I didn’t give a fuck about BDG at this point, but I did give a shit about the guy. Purely because he was an innocent person who was just sitting down, enjoying his drink and chilling. He didn’t do anything wrong to be punched!

He let go of BDG after a while and stood up. Before BDG had the chance to do something to the guy again I pulled him to one side and said, “Please just walk away. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Random guy – “Nah this fuckers going down. He doesn’t just punch me and think it’s okay.”

Me – “Look I don’t give a fuck about that guy, he’s ruined my evening and he’s clearly ruined yours. He’s an arrogant tosser. Look just walk away mate, you’re better than this. Trust me. He isn’t worth you getting into trouble for.”

The guy seemed to calm down and nodded at me, thanking me as he walked away. That was something I was really proud of. I’d stopped an unnecessary fight.

BDG acted as if nothing had happened however and was asking me to sit down by him.

“No I don’t want to. I might head home soon.”

“What? Why?”

“Because of you! You just randomly hit a guy for no reason. He wasn’t doing anyone any harm.”

“Yeah but he was in my seat.”

“No! No he wasn’t!”

There was an awkward silence after this and he just kept creepily smiling at me, as if to say, “Sorry I was a massive cunt. Want to come make out now?” Hell no. That shit doesn’t wash.

I went over to my girls and said as loudly but quietly as possible, “I’m going to the loo, follow me in 5 minutes and I’ll get us out of here. You’re right, we should have left. I’ll call my dad to pick us up.”

So with that I walked away, went down to the  loo as fast as I could, had a wee and called my dad to ask for him to come and meet us as soon as he could.

I waited in the toilet until the girls came in to meet me and they were both laughing their heads off.

“What’s so funny?”

“You won’t believe what happened when you were walking off to come down here!”

“What?”

“Well he was calling after you, shouting your name over and over. Did you not hear him?”

“NO! What happened next?”

“He got up from the seat and started running after you but he slipped on the alcohol that guy spilt earlier and bashed his head off of the dance floor.”

I was at this point crying with laughter. “Where is he now?”

“Don’t know, he got up and ran off.”

THANK FUCK!

At this point my dad rang me to say he was close by and to get out of the club now. It was so busy though. That club was like a maze at the best of times. So I had gone downstairs for the loo but you had to go through another room to get there. So we went through the club room to go upstairs to the rock room. Then we had to go to the other side of the rock room to go downstairs into the pop room and then get out. I really hope that makes sense! I told you it was like a maze.

So we slowly wiggled out way through people to get out of one room and to another. Down on set of stairs and then another. We were making out way down the bottom of the set of stairs that takes you to the pop room when my one friend said, “Shit there he is!”

He hadn’t seen us so I said, “Fuck run!” We legged it as quickly and safely as possible, shouting excuse me and sorry constantly as we wiggled and waved through people.

“Don’t turn around, just keep moving.”

Just then my dad text me, “I’m here, see you in a sec.”

It was a scene from a British drama or a comedy, but it wasn’t funny… Well it was looking back at it.

We got out of the club and practically dived and jumped into my dads car.

“DAD! DRIVE!” I shouted as I put my belt on and ducked down.

“Bloody hell Nat, what you done?”

“Fuck all there’s been a creepy guy following us around all night.”

As we drove past the club, safe in my dads car there he was. Looking for us outside in the smoking shelter.

I couldn’t wait to get home. I told my dad about the whole thing and he laughed in a sort of, “Nice one, idiot.” way.

The next day in the afternoon I received a text message from BDG.

BDG – “Hey Nat oh my God last night was crazy wasn’t it?! I don’t remember a thing! I’ve woken up with a massive bruise on my face. Don’t have a clue how I got it.”

Me – “You don’t remember anything?”

BDG – “Nah nothing! Why? Did I do something wrong?”

Me – “How about everything? You were an absolute cunt mate.”

I wasn’t holding back. The C word was out and being use in force!

BDG – “That’s a bit harsh. I didn’t even do anything that bad, did I?”

Me – “How about trying to have MY DRINKS, pissing off MY FRIENDS, constantly all over me when I wanted to have a NICE TIME and not to mention you attempting to beat some random guy up because he wouldn’t move to let you sit next to me.”

BDG – “I don’t remember to be honest with you. I text you to see if you could enlighten me on what happened.”

Me – “I’ll enlighten you on something and I’ll say again. You’re an absolute cunt and I don’t want you talking to me ever again. I’ll be blocking your number.”

BDG – “See ya then. Was nice knowing you for such a short time. I really like you!”

Then I blocked. He was annoying me. Really liked me huh? Yeah right. Well… Maybe a bit TOO much.

So that was my nightclub stalker story. At the time it was a mixture of funny and creepy. It put me off meeting guys on nights again after that and I just stuck to people I knew through friends etc. They weren’t much good either in all fairness but at least they weren’t randomers.

Now I look back on it it’s a funny story to tell, although a few people have freaked out about it. This was back in 2011, which soon enough will be 10 years ago. It’s crazy!

I do apologise for how long this post is! I really wanted to do a story time post on this at least as it’s a story I like to share for various reasons.

What would you have done in my situation? Let me know in the comments down below!

Until next time, take care all!

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2 thoughts on “Story Time #1 – The Nightclub Stalker

  1. I really enjoyed reading your first story post! The title of this one sounds like a novel, I love it 🙂 Thankyou for sharing about something personal like this; it is so relatable! I’ve had my fair share of creepy dudes in nightclubs experiences >.< you dealt with it so well! I wish I had the confidence to just tell them straight when they are annoying me!

    I love that you and your friends gave him a nickname! My friends & I do that too XD How great is that 10 drinks ticket deal!? My local nightclubs need to do that! What a cheeky git asking for your drinks, and then moaning when you say no. Good on you for standing your ground & saying no though 😀

    Hahaha I laughed so hard when I read what had happened to him when you went to the toilet XD karma at its finest! I felt so proud of you when reading about how you gave him what for the next day and then blocked him, go you! – Sarah x

    • Aww Sarah thank you again so much for your kind words and love for my first story time! I was so excited to write about that night for various different reasons. It was both hilarious and scary. The whole debarkle on the night definitely got my blood pumping! 😛

      I can’t wait for my second story time now… Even if I’m unsure what to write yet. 😛

      x

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