St Anton, Austria
The year was 1992 and I was 17.

I was on the last skiing trip with my Dad before I went in the army.

I was a normal Army lad, liked a beer etc...

Anyway I'll get to the point.

St Anton is a typical Skiing resort, several bars and restaurants and 1 night club.

So off I went into the night, leaving my Dad at the hotel bar.

As you can guess it's not easy to start talking to other skiers in bars when you're on your own as they're normally with groups of friends so I thought I'd try my luck in the club instead, so off I toddled.

You had to pay at the door and then walk down some steps to the dance floor then above the dance floor was a balcony with a bar going around it with some tables overlooking the main floor.

Perfect I thought, so off I went upstairs got a beer and sat down to watch the talent (probably looking very sad and sorry for myself too).

It was around the 10pm mark when this bloke came over and asked if I was a) alone and b) if I wanted a beer? I answered yes and yes please, being young and naive.

The night went on, he was French but spoke perfect English and every time I said it was my round he insisted it wasn't and went to the bar for 2 more beers.

By 12am I was fairly pissed and didn't people know it! (I get quite noisy when drunk)

He asked me if I fancied a dance, 'yeah go on then' there was a girl I'd seen earlier who I liked the look of, so we both walked down the steps to the dance floor.

I marched straight up to this girl and started trying out my best moves (epileptic on speed sums it up), but I must have been doing something right cause within 15 mins of my best display I felt a hand on my arse... Result!!! and carried on dancing about 2 mins later I started to realise something was wrong, the girl in front of me had her hands by her sides, so who was feeling me up? (with 2 hands by this point) I didn't turn around, I just thought my luck was really in, it was only when the girl mouth the words 'yuck' at me and walked off that I thought something was wrong.

I turned around and there he was, 6'0 of slightly overweight Frenchman....

I have to admit, I lost it, I hit him (something I'm not that proud of looking back), but anyway he went down and a bouncer came charging through the crowd gripped me and dragged me to the door, I was protesting my innocence all the way and at the door fair play to him he asked me why I'd hit him, I told him the story and within 30secs the Frenchman was being thrown out next to me.

I was allowed back in and seeing as I'd been given a second chance I made the most of it.

By 2am I was thoroughly wasted, so at the point of kicking out time I have little recollection of what 'actually' happened but what I do remember is walking outside and hearing a voice say 'how much would it cost me to suck you off?' the rest until morning is blurry, My Dad had to bail me out of custody and he refused to let me go out again on my own for the rest of the holiday.

But I never saw Frenchie again, not sure why?

Ho Humm.....

Regards
(Kip, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 1:38, Reply)