We stayed in the back room, where the pool and ping pong tables are. Toward the end of the night, a very large man named Thurme came back there to shoot some pool. Thurme apparently took a liking to me and, when Ramon stepped away, he stood there and talked my ear off for a good long while. I was pleasant but not encouraging and, when I saw other folks grabbing their coats and whatnot, I saw my chance and made for the door.
I said goodnight to Michele, J.D. and Ramon and headed outside. I was in the scary little darkened walkway beside the building when Thurme came after me. No, he didn't assault me; he just wanted to ask what I liked to do. What do I like to do? I like to not be chased by large strangers down darkened alleyways. He said "What do you like to do?" and I said "Right now, I'd like to go home." And then I took the fuck off before he had the chance to stop being confused and start being mad.
Hooray for not being assaulted, but dude: You are a GIGANTIC man who I just met. On what planet is it OK to chase after me down a darkened passageway?
So now I'm just gonna sit here and wait for my adrenaline to stop pumping. Holy fucking crap.