Tell you what else I need to let off steam about; those "I'll go to the effort of driving you to another town to a fancy restaurant then never talk to you again' men. Yeah, if I knew this was going nowhere I'd have brought myself dessert. If you think you have any chance of someone putting out for a (self-paid) main with no pudding course then at last I know you aren't also sleeping with any of my friends, as fuck that. No cheesecake = no sex without fail in my inner circle (no pun intended).
***edit to add that I re-read much later and I realise that there is no pun in that last line and I was just drunk when I wrote this. But did I still text him? Fuck yeah. Did I regret that? Fuck yeah. Do I wish I could hate men as much as I want to. Fuck yeah. ***
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