A friend (ex-lover) is in town from up north, and as this may be my last few weeks on the East Coast, I went to see his show. A good friend joined us after the show for drinks. I mostly chatted with her, as he mingled with all his other friends.

At the end of the night, he was drunk, I was definitely not trying to fuck him. He was like lemme come over. And I was like nope taking you home. And he was like stay. And I was like well fuck. I’m a 30 minute drive from my place, and I’ve had five beers. So we went to where he was staying, a 1 minute drive away. We both crashed, in our clothes.

I woke up at least 4 times to him pulling my skirt over my ass, grabbing my ass, grinding into me, hands up my shirt.

I knew it was going to happen. With him, I’m numb to caring, but it would have been nice to not be disappointed. Again.

This morning he woke me up and ran me outta there. I’m just tired to the bone.