I Knew It, I Felt It, and I Ignored it
I wasn’t gonna share this at first because I didn’t want my dad to read it and I have to admit I was embarrassed I put myself in such a stupid and potentially dangerous situation. But then I thought you know what, part of this blog is to share my mishaps. Well this wasn’t just a mishap, this was a fuck up and a big lesson learned.
I need to learn to trust my intuition, I know it and it’s something I struggle with because I tend to doubt myself and I shouldn’t. Any questions I may have, I already know the answer, and holy shit balls, this experience truly confirmed it.
I went to meet up with some friends of a friend (on 03/31/21), I will not name names as I have nothing to gain by putting people on blast. And now that I think about it, my mom never and I mean never said a bad thing about anybody.
Not even when people at her work were deliberately rude with her for long periods of time just because they were (I don’t even know because she really didn’t say much to me about it but I knew about it) probably jealous because she’s so beautiful inside and out. Anyway, I want to be that way too so I will just share my story.
I went to meet up with them in Manuel Antonio and from the start, before I even laid eyes on em cause I’ve never met em before, I got a bad vibe. My intuition, or my gut, same thing, told me to get right back on that bus and go home. So what do I do? I buy a shark necklace instead.
Fast forward to the end of a shitty, immature evening with three grown men, two from Cali and a quiet one from Costa Rica, aka Tico. I’m ready to leave and honestly starting to feel the onset of my mosquito bite but the cabs stop running at 11pm and it’s almost midnight.
One of the Cali dudes, cause the other one bailed out already, says the Tico will walk you down and help you get a cab cause he’s a local and all. Another side note about cabs here is they’re known for ripping people off, especially gringos who don’t speak the language (yet) so any help I’m thinking is welcomed. WELL, unbeknownst to me, and I say that but I can’t prove it. BUT, I can tell you with every bit of truth in my body that I never gave any of them any impression that I wanted to do anything further than just chill.
They had to have said something to the Tico that I wanted to hook up or something and from the level of maturity they displayed it wouldn’t surprise me. Maybe my first clue should’ve been, “Tico will walk you down, he’s a good guy, don’t worry he’s a good guy, he’s a good guy.”
Then my night went from shitty to scary. That whole walk back down to the main street he kept trying to pull me in and wanted to kiss me. I had to of said “because I said so, because I said no, because I don’t” at least half a dozen times each. Fast forward to finally getting a cab (which he got into also in the back, why Idk) and heading back to Quepos.
They’re talking in Spanish and we make a right, which is NOT the way back to where I need to be and the road gets sketchier and sketchier. I swear to you for probably 2 minutes (which is a long ass time when your heads in this space) I thought to myself how the fuck am I gonna fight off two men? I can’t, especially not feeling well.
Turns out we were heading to the drivers house to pick up his wife, who was actually way whiter than me. That shouldn’t really matter but you have to understand they’re all speaking Spanish and my focus shifted from I’m not gonna have to fight them off to I’m being kidnapped for trafficking and this chick is gonna help.
Never in my life have I been so scared. So scared, so stupid and so mad at myself for all of it. Don’t know why we picked her up, why he rode along, or even how much it cost so I just overpaid because I wanted out.
Clearly, I’m fine and made it home safe but the whole thing could’ve and should’ve been avoided if I had just trusted my intuition from the get go, got back on the bus and went home. I knew it, I felt it and I ignored it.
Lesson. Fucking. Learned.
— Melissa Parker
— Your Friendly Neighborhood Fearless Leader