Hey all

I was out tonight and it was pretty good opened a set of three which turned into a set of four. As well as a set of two. Plus I made a brief bit of flirty conversation with a cute bartender all smiles but she was at work so I didn't push it.

Later on I was approached by some guy who complained about getting girls and I ran him through my style of game. He was a little drunk but ended up calling it "u/natpref2 style of game" and telling a passerby about it, which after years of work was a huge compliment.

So, later on I was drinking a glass of water in a club and I started to feel very relaxed. There are two points I think someone could have slipped something in my drink. The glass never left my hand nor did I look away. Talking to two guys I had the feeling I was being misdirected, think a hand shake with eye contact with a subtle motion of the their free hand.

I wasn't really in the mood to keep up with my wingmen so I sat on my own and watched the dance floor for a bit. Having been at work all day before this it isn't really suprising I wanted to sit on my own for a bit. My friends were having a great time so I wriggled back into the chair and got comfortable. Thought about going on my phone but I was happy to just sit and finish my drink. Opened a couple of sets and finished the work week no need to push it, a girl got onto the table in front of me and started booty dancing but I didn't care I was content. When I finished my drink I let my head roll back and closed my eyes for a second. I stared into the black of my eyelids and though "I am so calm and happy haha almost exactly how Benzodiazepines feel..."

Fuck. Noticed something off about that guy and my drink. Suddenly I can't keep up. A happy feeling of overwhelming apathy is washing over me. Now I have just let my head fall back so I can close my eyes in the middle of a noisy club. All I had to drink tonight was water and energy drinks, not a drop of alcohol (I try to face my fears sober if you feel).

Now this is where being nice to that bar tender from earlier and not being pushy or a jerk paid off. Though honestly the only reason I went to her was because in my confusion all I knew was that she was familiar and safe. I made my way over to her and when she saw me she asked what I wanted and when it took me around 45 seconds to say "... uhh... ughhh .. I think ... ummn... my drunk... drink was... spiked." I couldn't stay awake, I couldn't speak, I couldn't use my phone properly, I couldn't do anything but sit, and I didn't care about any of it I was happily apathetic.

This bartender went out of her way to get the bar staff to watch out for me while I sat down. Which was fortunate because while on my own one guy tried to offer me sips of his drink and another placed a drink in front of me and then walked off. In both cases the staff told the guys to fuck off and took the drinks away lest I forget not to drink them.

My friends got me home safe. Moral of the story: really watch your drinks, not all suspicions should be written off as paranoia, be nice to the girls as you never know when you may end up needing them.

What a night.