Pub

I’m out with a male friend at the local pub. The table over is having an obscene conversation causing me and my friend to giggle. Then they start directing it towards me, and my friend is still laughing. They say things like ‘i can show a blonde girl like you how to squirt, come here’. I feel disgusting. Like I’m doing something wrong. Dressed in shorts and a t shirt, no makeup and a ponytail. My friend doesn’t help or stand up for me, not that I should need it, but please don’t just sit there and laugh

I’m out with a male friend at the local pub. The table over is having an obscene conversation causing me and my friend to giggle. Then they start directing it towards me, and my friend is still laughing. They say things like ‘i can show a blonde girl like you how to squirt, come here’. I feel disgusting. Like I’m doing something wrong. Dressed in shorts and a t shirt, no makeup and a ponytail. My friend doesn’t help or stand up for me, not that I should need it, but please don’t just sit there and laugh

I was in the pub this evening with my family, & my father & I went to the bar to get the drinks. Much to my disgust, there were a couple of men already there having a conversation. What’s wrong with that, I hear you cry. Well, how about something one of these oafish individuals said. The oaf in question said something to the effect of how he’d come across quite a few dirty old slags while he’d been in Canada. Nice. If these women are ‘dirty old slags’, what does that make the men who slept with them? I think his mate laughed along with it (he certainly didn’t tell him off for talking about women in such a horrible way), & the other person in the group- who was female- didn’t pull him up on it either. I hope to goodness that the pre-teen kids at the table nearby didn’t hear what these men were saying.