I could have simply agreed, but I had one more thing I wanted to be clear about, even though I knew from experience it could be a deal breaker. “Okay, but you can’t tell me what to wear or how to act or otherwise try to change me. Accept me for who I am or fuck off.” The words came out more confrontational than I intended, but I had some complicated emotions mixed in with those experiences. Even limiting myself to hookups hadn’t spared me from the misogyny. Noah frowned. “I’m going to repeat myself for emphasis: you were dating the wrong guys before.”
