I felt like a whore last night...this morning.I went over to Greg's last night and we were hooking up. I barely know this guy and he's taking off his clothes, trying to take off mine and only succeeding in getting my pants off.
I wasn't happy with anything but I was still doing it, allowing myself to do the things I didn't like about my relationship with Dave. I didn't want to go this far. I did not want to feel as victimized as I do now.
Just as he takes out the Large Trojan (too confident), I tell him I have to leave. I don't want this. I don't feel right about this and I get my pants back on quickly and leave.
After crying to Kevin and Lydia, I walk out into the hallway and he's there. I make some bullshit excuse and suddenly we're talking.
Before I even get a word in, he's all "I don't even know where to begin, I'm sorry. That never, ever, ever should have happened that way. I'm sorry. I should have been more considerate and make you, not let you, leave a lot sooner than you did. I don't know how to make it up to you but I'm going to try because I'm very, very sorry about this. I'm very disappointed in myself. You should not ever be in a position that makes you feel so victimized. If you hadn't come down to my room just now I would have woken you up to have this conversation with you and tell you that I'm very, very sorry, Sally."
I made some comment about how I like flowers.
"Is there a particular flower?" he asks."I like roses," I reply. "Get them when you want to, not because I told you.""I'm going to go and get them now."
I've called Frank so that I can go over this with him but I already feel a little better writing this out in here.
