“Now in the future, just call or text—” “I’d been doing that, and you were ignoring me,” I cut him off. “—when you want to have sex. Ms. Greysen, we are not friends,” he finished his sentence like I hadn’t said what I said. “And maybe I should have made things clearer, this is sexual only. Our conversations are very limited if it’s not about sex. It’s why I got you the journal, because you like to talk.”
oh i would’ve been boo-hoo crying if he said that to me
