This is a long one:
A friend of mine was visiting me and we ended up taking a trip to Bruges. On the way there, I started chatting up a local chick who we ended up meeting at a bar later when we got into town. It started off well enough, with other folks randomly joining our table's conversation, and plenty of drinks.
We went out to share a cigarette, and ended up making out pretty hard. After a while, we go back in and continue drinking. A bit about this girl, she is the tiniest Belgian girl I'd ever seen, and is matching our beers glass for glass with wine. We all proceed to get pretty wasted.
Around 3 or 4, we decided to go out dancing. At this point my buddy was third wheeling, but everyone was pretty cool with the situation. She even danced with him a bit, but I didn't really care at all. I went outside to have a breather, since I'm not a big fan of loud nightclubs. She came out to tell me "I really like the way you friend touches me when we dance." Again, I didn't actually care if she wanted to flirt with my buddy, but she definitely began digging for signs of jealousy. I wouldn't budge, because I wasn't at all pissed, but I did become annoyed with her persistent "I know you're jealous, it's okay, you can just say it," and "I know you're bothered."
Drunk friend comes out, I'm ready to ditch this drama seeking chick and gtfo, but my buddy decides to be the good wingman and patch things up with me and this girl. I reluctantly agreed the night could go on, despite it being 530 am. We kiss and make up, when she asks my friend if we could maybe spend some time alone in the city. We agree to meet up in the city centre for breakfast around 9:00, and that my buddy would take her bike back to the room we rented.
We walk and find a park bench and go at it. We are making out, it's a beautiful city, and things are pretty cool. She asks if I want to fuck her right there, and I say no because I don't have a condom. She manages to get angry about this, jumping off my lap and alternating between yelling and crying about what "we" mean (we'd only met 7 hours prior). She told me that I should move to Belgium to be with her, bemoaning that I'd "go back home to Amsterdam and be surrounded by beautiful tall blondes and forget all about her," and that she hasn't met anyone she liked so much since she left her ex boyfriend who apparently beat her. Yeah.
I was pretty ready to get out of crazy town with her, but being a diplomatic person, I tried very hard to speak to her calmly and explain that it wasn't anything person. I would have probably had sex with her had I had a condom, but at that point I wasn't into it even if it were possible. Her apparent propensity for drama was a huge turn off and frankly a red flag.
As she calmed down, she became openly affectionate again. She moves my hands from my lap, and straddles me on the park bench, and starts violently sucking my face. She whips out her breast, shoving the nipple in my mouth. All things considered, it could have been worse, though I did start pushing her off of me. She responded by lodging her forearm into my neck and face and leaning in with what weight she had available to her. Being much larger than her, I was able to get out of this position and sit her down on the bench.
I tell her that I have to leave, and try to call my buddy to bring me her bike. Of course, my phone was dying, and he didn't answer, having fallen asleep at the room. Worse still, I didn't book the room, and didn't even know where it was properly. Meanwhile, this girl is constantly picking fights, trying to find any word of mine she could twist into a personal slight. Alternately, she would try again to seduce me, or just start crying (I didn't see a real tear, and her mascara didn't run.)
The bike becomes an issue, as is getting home. Bruges is quite small, so I was able to borrow her phone to look at google maps to navigate from a landmark i remember seeing next to the room. We walk there around 10 am, I give her the bike, and she says as sweetly as possible "I had a nice time."
Buddy is coached out, I wake up, tell him the story of being stranded in a strange city with a gaslighting, tiny flemish hornball all morning, not bothering to get angry that he fell asleep (he always does.) I lay down to get some shuteye before we take the bus home. After about 20 minutes, we get a knock on the door telling us we've got to make room for the next guests, and we leave on the long journey drunk, emotionally drained, and just plain tired.
tldr- Got stranded in Bruges for a morning with an emotionally abusive and sexually aggressive flemish girl who was no taller than a mailbox.