
Tonight I met a coach of a local college team. We talked for an hour or so. He was cute and I was having fun until things got douchey.
Coach: You want to fuck later?
Me: Excuse me?
Coach: I said I want to fuck you, you seem like a great girl. Maybe I was mistaken.
Me: What are you, 16?
Coach: I saw you flirting with that British guy over there, I’m not stupid. Should we wait until tomorrow? We can bang on the holy day. As a bonus, I’ll do you with bad teeth and an English accent while drinking a cup of tea if that’s what you like.
Me (confused, wide-eyed, angry): Wow.
Coach: What, you gonna cry? You too uptight? You probably just need to get laid. Come home with me.
Me: For real? Fuck off!
Coach: Don’t get crazy with me. I know how women can be.
I was close to shutting down. I thought for a moment about all the terrible men I have met and how I don’t believe in people anymore, but then I remembered who I am and how I never give up. When I got home, the picture above was posted on Facebook. It reminded me that I am proud to be smart, honest, sensitive, open, loving, a bit quirky, and kind of funny. I will always love and be grateful. Fuck the rest, people.
Don’t fake things. Be yourself. Love others and be unafraid. Accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.
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