You are drunk. You are having a completely out of control, nonsensical argument with another extremely drunk person.
In the very recent past, you and this person were walking down the street together, talking. Then you were drinking together. Then you were having sex.
But now, everything has gone horribly wrong. Violence is in the air.
This, according to his own account, is exactly where 30-year-old Gable Tostee found himself back in 2014, when his Tinder hook-up with Warriena Wright took a turn.
On 60 Minutes last night, Tostee – who was acquitted of Wright’s murder and is, rightly, a free man – set the record straight, accepting a sizable sum to give his account of a notorious night.
And it's true — he didn't murder 26-year-old Wright. But his actions that night prove he is certainly guilty of being a pretty awful human being. And his story forms a cautionary tale for many of us, whether we're sleeping with men or raising them.
Because back in the lounge room of Tostee's high-rise Surfers' Paradise apartment block, he treated her in a way that many of us wouldn't treat a dog.
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His "date" becomes violent, throwing stones from a decorative rock garden at him. He had the marks and the wounds to prove it. He says she lunged at him with the stand of his telescope, and he feared for his life.
Tostee recorded this whole encounter. Why? Because he had some experience of Tinder hook-ups and thought it was better to have a record of what goes down, especially after he and his date have been drinking his own home-made "moonshine" vodka.
He tells Warriena that she's lucky he hasn't 'thrown her over the balcony' by now. She begs to go home, and he tells her she has been a 'bad girl'. Apparently, the front door was too far away for him to eject her, so he picks Wright up and shuts her out on the balcony of his 14th-floor apartment. He "put her out", like a dog.
Then, Warriena Wright falls. And Tostee does nothing.
Actually, he does do something. Within seconds, he is on the phone. Not to an ambulance, but to his lawyer (yes, the then 28-year-old had a lawyer).
Then he leaves, apparently sober enough to deliberately avoid the police and emergency services in front of his building, who have ascertained what Tostee knew without even looking over the balcony - Wright was dead. He leaves and wanders aimlessly around Surfers Paradise before eating a slice of pizza and calling his dad.