Dec 17, 2008 01:48
Bleech. Turns out that Soma is spreading rumors about me to various goth/industrial people. Who knows, really. Apparently, thus far I have accused him of being a crazy stalker with violent tendencies and of being a date rapist.
See, this is what happens when I go against my instincts of "omg creepy" and finally go "fuck, he's not leaving me alone, he's not getting the message, I fucking give in". Because god knows that if I had attempted to tell him that I wasn't interested at all, he would've made a scene about it and things would've gone south anyhow.
But at least I would've been labeled "frigid" or something, instead of being accused of blaming him for date rape. I mean, come on. And I love that people I don't even know are continuing to spread this rumor.
You know what I want to do? I want to dance. I just want to go to clubs and dance.
I do not want to even know about this stupid bullshit.
On a positive note, one of the guys I'm seeing just won second place in a national poetry slam and is going to be going on tour early next year. I'm so thrilled for him! He is an amazing man.
I recently went out with a man who reminds me highly of Sean (my ex from years ago). Which was kinda weird. But certainly fun.
Anyhow, it's almost 2AM and I have work in a few hours. Yay.