In which men make my life worse

God this week has not been good for me and the opposite sex. First there was the huge argument with my Dad on Thursday, leading us to really not want to speak to one another at all. I say both of us, it's more me. He infuriates me. But that is not the point of this post. Last night, however, is.

So myself, Josh and Baker had a lovely day yesterday going around churches in Hamburg, then taking a boat over to Musuemshafen to the beach that was there. Then we went for food. All-in-all a lovely day. Back we come to the Wohnheim, and get ready for Barabend. Here is where everything goes slightly awry. Baker was in a really odd mood; barely speaking, almost disapprovingly looking at me and Josh. It really bothered me, moreso when Josh noticed it too. I eventually got it out of him that he was just feeling weird and didn't seem to want to stay for too long or even work the bar. However, he then snapped at Josh over a silly joke he made about our landlord (something to do with being made of beer since that's all we see him buy). We both were dumbstruck by how snappy he was. This is leading Josh and myself to believe that perhaps Baker is a tad jealous of how close we are. I have already seen his jealous side come out after an incident with the Russian a few weeks ago so it is highly believeable. But this is not why my night was so awful. Oh no, the honour of that goes to my Hungarian room mate.

So, we have two new Hungarian room mates, both of whom are kinda weird. There's just something odd about both of them, and it has been noted by everybody who is currently living in the flat. Last night Giant Hungarian decided to come to the bar. Cool, great to see our flatmates socialise. Not so great seeing them drunk, attempt to get Josh to "be straight" and then to hear he has said, despite having a girlfriend, "he was girls" [or something to that effect, either way not good at all]. We go up to dance in the tradition of Barabend and as I dance, Giant grabs me and pulls me toward him. In front of a bar full of people when my, well whatever Baker is, was there, with Josh there. It was horrible. I was most surprised by the sheer strength of his grip on me. Not to sound like a slut, but from all the men I have been with, his grip tops the list of strength. I am surprised I don't actually have brusies on my hips from where he grabbed me. I managed to get away and Josh had words with him that I have someone. Just five minutes later, he did it again, only this time kissed my neck. I instantly pulled away and ran to Baker to tell him what he had done. He was angry and wanted to speak to him but I explained Josh was doing that now. An hour or so later, back up dancing this time with one of the many members of Edeka and Josh, Giant comes back and pulls me again. This time his hand attempts to move down into my jeans. I was so glad that Josh was there to pull him away again. I immediately grabbed Josh, after realising Baker had left, to tell him what he had done. It freaked me out, but it wasn't until much later the full extent to what he tried to do hit me. I felt awful, but so angry Baker had just left without so much as a goodbye. I needed him then and he wasn't there. This led to me angrily/panickingly texting him to say what happened and that I could've done with him right then and there. [I got a reply this morning - he had passed out in his bathroom. Considering having a go at him, but then considering not to aswell] Josh tried so many times to get Giant back to our flat, it was unreal. Giant even apparently tried to undress another girl on the dancefloor and everyone was baying (sp?) for his blood by the end of the night. When Josh eventually got him to come back up, Italianer had to help too. Josh said if he had pissed about any further, Italianer would have decked him. Josh and I then spent the next 30 minutes or so dissecting the night, wondering how everything went so wrong.

I also had to deal with jealousy from another angle last night - Frenchie. I was amazed when he decided to tell me Baker was gay when I was waiting for him. When he first realised we were kinda seeing each other, his face was one of pure anger. Last night I was so angry that he felt the need to try and screw things up between me and Baker. He seems to think he owns all the women in this bloody Wohnheim, well it's not the case.

Men. I hope one of you does something to redeem your race as these past few days you have seriously let me down. Bar Josh. But Josh isn't like other men.