Dear Lord,
Please get me out of Club Midd. I understand that males are pigs everywhere, but this takes the cake. I just received a text message from a boy that spoke to me tonight in only the most platonic contexts. And yet, the text said:
Want to fuck
That's it. No punctuation. No lead up. No precedent. We hooked up once...months ago. Dio buono. Porca miseria. This makes me feel like a sex object. Like a piece of meat. Are there no decent guys out there for me? Apparently not.
fo. realzzzz.
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