I'll just settle for slut.
If it makes you feel any better, I must not be upset about being forced to have sex with a stranger because I slept with David, but couldn't do it with you-know-who. Doesn't matter that he couldn't get it up, or shut his fucking mouth while I was trying to, or that he had no rhythm, and had awful tasting breath. It must be me.
Oh and that I deserved it, might have made it up, and needed counseling and medication.
That's the kind of person you are trying to reason with. That is there train of thought. "I didn't get to have sex with her and she doesn't want to date me because I am a self absorbed, lying, virgin with no job, car, or ambitions in life, so I'm going to pick apart the worst thing that ever could happen to someone and make it out like she deserved it to make myself feel better about my tiny penis."
I think that was a run on sentence. Oh well.
My point is that you shouldn't stress about it. I'm sure you're not, but just in case, that seemed a little pent up. If anything it just gives themselves something to be outraged about, and call us stupid, ugly girls.
"What?! How dare her call us gay!! Just because I can deep throat a nine and a half inch penis doesn't make me gay!!! It's not gay if there are no emotions, right?"
No, it's not gay if there are no penis' involved.
But nice try.
Okay, so the James Bond movie "Never Say Never Again," is my least favorite. James is too old, he's farty. Sorry Sean!
This time tomorrow night I will be on my way to your place. I can hardly wait!
-embee
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Well... not the worst thing, but just about the worst thing that might happen in America. (Sorry, I read a book called Bailey's Cafe-- I dare anyone to read it with out crying-- and some pretty unimaginably awful things take place.)
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not stressing. It was actually kind of fun to finally be able to say all that.