Sorry for the silence, I’ve been on holiday lots recently. I went to Ibiza and now I’m writing this sitting on the beach in Rhodes, watching the sun go down.
Ibiza is one of my favourite places in the world, and I absolutely love the nightlife. What I don’t like, however, is that this is where the letchy men congregate.
A few years ago, I posted about chat-up lines in Pacha. Last week I was in the same club with a friend and we had guys groping us and pinching our bums. Some of them tried it on to dance with us by snaking their hands around our hips. I hoped a simple, ‘no thank you’ with a smile would have sufficed; sadly it didn’t. To some guys I had to say ‘no’ three times before they got the message, to others, I was confronted by their mates, asking for an explanation for my rejection. I wondered if these guys didn’t understand that ‘no’ means ‘no’. My dad said they did, but they would rather ignore it.
Why is it that some guys cannot take no for an answer? Why do some men feel entitled to a dance, a snog, a shag with girls? Why are some men’s egos so inflated that a polite rejection requires a confrontation and a full understanding?
I still don’t understand men.