Here is an entertaining story to lighten the mood from my last post.
I previously wrote about a guy from school who hit on me after I announced I was a slut. Well, this weekend I had to deal with the aftermath of this. Since I left the situation without answering either way, how was I now going to tell him flat out, N.O.?
I don’t date people from school? You know too much about me to start dating? Ok, so the mature thing to do would be to tell him that I just don’t like him. However, because I still have to see this guy in school and I sit next to him, I was very uncomfortable about telling him right out. Then I have to deal with it every single time I go to school.
So, I took the immature route.
During a lecture on sexuality, I decided to share that I am against marriage because I tried it and it didn’t work for me. (First thing he didn’t know about me: I am divorced)
Then I continued with how I feel objectified and taken advantage of by men, and that I have a lot of sexual issues. (setting the stage for the too-fucked-up-for-you drama). I then proceeded with how men like to abuse me and if I ever have sex again or settle down it will be with a woman. Game. Set. Match. He respectfully avoided me the rest of the day, and will most likely avoid talking to me as much as possible from now on.
Okay. I defeated the point of being honest. And I didn’t learn how to deal with my problems head on. But I gained an invaluable experience in labeling myself based on my sexuality. Even though it wasn’t true, I now have to wear this label, and feel the judgment of others burning into me. Not that I haven’t experienced that in other ways in my life. Sorry…starting to bring this story down as well. Make way for the apathy train coming through.
So, in the end, maybe I didn’t really learn anything except that I need to find better ways to deal with people I don’t like. And lucky for you, you get to read about the crazy lengths I will go to in order to avoid that kind of confrontation.