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The entry that I tossed on my webpage today.

Well. I can promise you that I will not be returning to Deco's in any future, and I definitely do not want to go to any club ever again. That was awful.

It was alright when we first got there. We were the first ones in, so we watched the place fill up. As people started to show up after like an hour, more people started dancing. So I was dancing with my friend, and this random guy comes up to me, bends over in front of me, and starts grinding his a** all on me. So I'm like, "Alright, I can play around here." But he's doing it really fast and in a way that's lifting my dress up, so I'm trying to keep my dress down and dance at the same time. He stops grinding up on me, he grabs me, turns me around, and tries to get me to do the same thing (he ended up ripping my earring out of my ear, but I don't think he cared). So I play along for a second, but then he does something totally not-okay. He grabs my dress, pulls the whole bottom of it up to my belly button, and starts touching my chest and sliding his hands up my thighs. I, of course, got pissed. I immediately whip my elbow around and hit him in the chest (It wasn't a good hit, but it got him to stop). I then proceeded to slap him across the face (that one was a good hit) and storm off the dance floor while I pulled my dress down. Needless to say, that totally ruined my evening. I can't believe that he would go and turn an innocent dance into something so... Ugh! Why did he have to do that? He had to ******** the night up for me because he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. What's worse is that he did the same thing to my friends Sam and Nakeshia. It may be stupid, but I literally felt violated. We had the manager throw him out, but still. I felt like curling up in Tye's arms. Because I know that if he had been there, he would have beat the guy's a**, thrown him out a window (we were two stories up), walked downstairs, and continued to beat his a**. Point being: night was ruined, I got groped horribly, and all I want is to hear Tye tell me it's okay.

On top of that? Mac just had to go and make things awkward. He had bought a rose earlier that evening. Guess who he gave it to? Me. Me, goddammit. Why did he have to do that? He's already almost kissed me once, and I told him that I felt like it had gone beyond the boundaries of just friends. I thought he got that I wasn't interested! I don't want to lead him on and, in all honesty, I just want him to go back to being my friend. Because I can see it when he interacts with me; he likes me. And it irritates me because there's no way I can convince him not to, as far as I know. Why does he have to do this? Seriously! It doesn't hurt my feelings or make me feel like I have to make a choice or anything. It just bugs me, honestly.

And then, after Sam and I were feeling violated as hell, we wanted to leave. So we told some of our friends. Jessica knew I just didn't want to be there anymore, so she agreed to leave. Same with Bijaun and Miranda. But the rest of them were having too much fun, especially Nakeshia, so they didn't want to leave. So we left by ourselves. Missed the last trolley. I called Mac and he said he'd be gathering everyone up and heading our way so that we could figure out what to do. He calls me back five minutes later, and guess what he says? He's sending Sam and Travis. Everyone else still wants to stay. That was a HUGE d**k move. We were sitting at the trolley stop with no idea what to do, in clubbing clothes, with black guys walking by and staring at us and trying to hit on us (which really freaked me out), and I definitely would have enjoyed a larger group, but that just couldn't happen. Nakeshia was too selfish and convinced everyone else to stay because she wasn't ready to leave yet.I can't believe that she would do that, and at the same time I can. Jessica ended up being able to call her stepmom, though, and she gave the six of us that were there a ride back to job corps. By this time my make-up was smearing, and the backs of my feet were bleeding because of those ******** pumps. (I put band-aids on my feet, so it's a bit better now). I got back to Job corps, put on Tye's clothes that he gave me, said my prayers, crawled into bed, and crashed out.