Last Night I Got My Drink Spiked.

I threw up three times outside a Chinese Restaurant. 

Male reaction to this fact:
- Telling me my sick smelt like pea soup.
- Chatting me up outside a chip shop.
- Telling me I should have been more careful with my drink.
- Trying to kiss me after the fourth vomit fit.
- Genuinely lovely concern.

I possibly should have been more careful with my drink. But I should possibly also be able to go out dancing without people drugging me.

- Dagger.