Alcohol is something that I never really got into. I was never much of a partier in uni, well, really, ever. I honestly don’t remember the first time I went to a bar. It’s not because I was that drunk, I honestly just don’t remember – obvs couldn’t have been that eventful. But I have had extremely uncomfortable situations and encounters at bars.
I had always been extremely awkward and shy growing up, even now I’m still a bit of both, just not as bad. And when I would be at the bar, I would always feel extremely self-conscious when I was dancing with my friends – mind you, this would be when I was sober. If I had a few drinks, then I was the happiest person in the world. However, drunk or sober, there have been some uncomfortable situations that have made me not really enjoy going to the bar, or at least certain ones.
I’ve had situations before where guys would come up and grab my bum, I would turn around and tell them to stop, and they wouldn’t. This has actually happened so may times that I’ve lost count. It’s almost come to the point where I’ve almost thrown a drink in someones face because they wouldn’t leave me alone and continued to grab my bum.
I have had good experiences at the bar; I’ve had people buy me drinks and give me a compliment. But, like I said before, I’m not much of a partier. I’m more of a “let’s stay in, drink tea, watch Murder, She Wrote, and bake some cookies” kind of person.
Alex Newton is a nursing student and mental health advocate. She grew up in a small town and plans on moving to London, England one day and open up her own health practice. She has a cat named Maya who she adopted whilst going through some difficulties. She’s a daughter, sister, and warrior who enjoys a nice cuppa tea.