This is my feminist day.
ARGH!
So I haven't had a "real" update in a few days, and not to let you down, here is the scoop.
On Monday night Randall #2 was in class. We talked for a bit about what all was going on with each other and that sort. Just being friendly Hannah I suppose. And, I mentioned that I had a boyfriend, Steven, hoping it would deter him from his habitual dinky notes and voicemails. Not the case.
Excerpt from note:
"And by the way if you ever want to have incredible, no-strings attatched sex call me. Think it over. Get a hold of me. You won't regret it."
Excuse me? Now sure I joke and poke fun that I am a slut/whore/concubine etc., but I am not. I do not sleep with ever guy I meet or date for that matter. And absolutely nothing sexual happened between us for the week or so we were together, so where does he get the idea he can ask me to sleep with him? And, on top of that I have a boyfriend which presently I enjoy our relationship and don't wish to fuck it up by sleeping with someone meaningless, or anyone for that matter.
I can deal with the stupid notes on my car but this went entirely too far. You don't come right out and ask someone to sleep with you, ever. I would be appalled if someone I knew and cared for asked me, let alone this creepy guy who I made the mistake of knowing.
He told me that what he found so intriguing in me is how I was such a headstrong fighter. And he doesn't expect me to object to this proposition? Right....
You know, I always thought I made stupid choices in choosing some of my female friends and counterparts, but recent events have shown that guys are just as ridiculous and pathetic as any of the girls I have befriended.
Not really an update, just my chance to be a superior elitist bitch.
So I haven't had a "real" update in a few days, and not to let you down, here is the scoop.
On Monday night Randall #2 was in class. We talked for a bit about what all was going on with each other and that sort. Just being friendly Hannah I suppose. And, I mentioned that I had a boyfriend, Steven, hoping it would deter him from his habitual dinky notes and voicemails. Not the case.
Excerpt from note:
"And by the way if you ever want to have incredible, no-strings attatched sex call me. Think it over. Get a hold of me. You won't regret it."
Excuse me? Now sure I joke and poke fun that I am a slut/whore/concubine etc., but I am not. I do not sleep with ever guy I meet or date for that matter. And absolutely nothing sexual happened between us for the week or so we were together, so where does he get the idea he can ask me to sleep with him? And, on top of that I have a boyfriend which presently I enjoy our relationship and don't wish to fuck it up by sleeping with someone meaningless, or anyone for that matter.
I can deal with the stupid notes on my car but this went entirely too far. You don't come right out and ask someone to sleep with you, ever. I would be appalled if someone I knew and cared for asked me, let alone this creepy guy who I made the mistake of knowing.
He told me that what he found so intriguing in me is how I was such a headstrong fighter. And he doesn't expect me to object to this proposition? Right....
You know, I always thought I made stupid choices in choosing some of my female friends and counterparts, but recent events have shown that guys are just as ridiculous and pathetic as any of the girls I have befriended.
Not really an update, just my chance to be a superior elitist bitch.