Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
What the hell is up with “friends” who don’t understand the meaning of the word “no” and keep insisting that the best way to get over a broken heart is to have sex with them? Obviously, that’s not a friend. More like, ugh, a vulture.
Last night I was slightly put off, but when I got up this morning, I realized I was actually pretty damn pissed off.
When a woman says no, respect it.
When a woman asks you to stop touching her, just stop.
When a woman asks you to leave, just get the fuck out.
The funny thing is, there was a small chance that at some point I might have become interested in him. That small chance has gone to absolute no fucking way in hell thanks to his lack of understanding the word no.
The part that has got my knickers in a twist the most? I didn’t even realize how pissed off I was until I woke up. I separated myself from my emotions last night and refused to acknowledge them. I tried to focus on the positive aspects of the evening, tried to find a reason to believe that this was NOT happening to me again.
Screw this, leaving town for the day. I’m beginning to hate NoVa. I’m outa here. Back tomorrow.