19/09/24 getting trafficked

i'm in the mood to drop some more lore. if you're reading this, good for you. maybe you can laugh with me because if we don't laugh, we'll cry.

i think today i want to tell the story of how i almost got trafficked by a moroccan in spain. just for clarification, this happened 3 months after i broke up with my ex so it was part of my healing journey.

so about 7 months ago, i went to malaga as part of erasmus with some classmates from college (if you're european, you get it) and in our first week there, we had already been getting drunk every night. it came around to our first weekend though and it happened to be during carnival. if you know, you know.

we got glammed up and hit the town with the aim of getting absolutely plastered and dancing the night away in a nightclub somewhere in the old centre and we did just that.

after all the jigs and the reels, i ended up in the nightclub by myself (that's another story) and talking to this lovely fella called amine. now obviously, i couldn't tell my fucking head from my feet i was that drunk but i ended up going back to his hotel anyways at about 5:30am and you can probably fill in the blanks from there.

i woke up at like 3pm and noticed that messages were sent from my phone to my college mates that i know for a fact i did not send (i didn’t blackout, trust me) and they were really weird and making it sound like i was gonna go back to morocco with this fella. i wISH I WAS LYING.

i start freaking out. my phone was on 2% and this dude is asleep in the bed beside me. i start tiptoeing around the room, picking up my clothes and left before he woke up. but sure i was still half drunk and that fucking paranoid, i was borderline running around this hotel trying to find my way out because i thought he was fOLLOWING ME.

i made it outside and i had no fucking clue where i was. i didn't have google maps because my phone had died so i started my walk of shame in hopes that i was still in fucking malaga.

about an hour later, i got back to the apartment and my friends are shocked that i wasn't murdered. they were about 10 minutes away from ringing the police, convinced that i had been kidnapped and from that moment on, they made me promis to keep my location on during my future drunk escapades.

trust me when i say, that is just one of many character building experiences from that three week trip. there is so much more where that came from.