I Have Every Right…

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to be angry.

And… I’m fucking pissed.

I’m pissed because now I have to change my phone number since your need to be validated by my acceptance of your apology seems to supercede my request that you never contact me again.

Again, it’s all about you.

It always was. I’m pretty certain this is how you failed all of your romantic relationships.

And then you think you can demean me by claiming that I have no right to be angry with you?

Fuck you, J. Fuck you.

You treated me like shit and now you want to make amends.

First, I haven’t fucking thought of you in eight months. So your insane need for me to think that you’re a “stand up guy” is wasted on me because you weren’t in my thoughts… AT ALL.

Second, that any man thinks his need to ease his guilt supercedes any need of privacy from him by a woman is abhorrent.

Go away, J.

Don’t contact me again.

I’m changing my phone number because of you.

DO YOU GET IT, YET????

ps – I know you read my blog so maybe the next time you want to accuse a woman of misplaced anger… READ THIS ARTICLE!

https://www.google.com/amp/s/m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_5bb27285e4b027da00d65113/amp

or revisit THIS POST!!!

https://lifeafterdani.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/teeny-weenie/

dogowner1…

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didn’t remember me.

Which is really fucked up because that means that he treats women like he treated me… all… the… time. And he thinks he’s doing nothing wrong.

I’m going to tell you about a guy that I met on- line about 2 years ago. He was one of the first men that I met on- line and he was the last man that I met on- line without a public meeting first. For good cause.

We’d chatted several times on- line and he mentioned he had some really good weed so, against my better judgement, I invited him over to smoke. This was going to be our first in person meeting so I wasn’t sure if there was any physical chemistry or not, but at this point I liked him as a person if not a possible romantic interest.

Anyway, no chemistry when we met.

And I was very clear about this by moving away every time this guy moved closer to me. I never once touched him or turned my body to his because I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about how I felt.

We smoked a little weed, and as we did, he moved closer and closer to me on the sofa and I ended up smooshed in the corner.

Now guys, if a woman’s body is not turned towards you, she is not interested… so back the fuck off. There’s no reason, unless you’re already in the middle of a make out session for there to be four times as much room on the empty side of you as there is on the side that she’s on.

Next he asked to give me a massage. I agreed thinking maybe I could get him to leave after. It hurt so bad that I had to ask him to stop. Well, this made him angry and he gathered his things and headed for the door.

As he was walking to his car, I told him good- bye and got a side mouthed answer of “Prude Bitch”.

Well, no. I’m definitely not prude… read my blog – I know you do, photo below.

I just owe you NOTHING.

I don’t care how good your weed is (it was) or how good your massages are (it wasn’t)… I don’t owe you a touch, a kiss, or a FUCK. PERIOD.

Women owe Men Absolutely NOTHING.

Have a nice life dogowner1 because you finally made it to my blog. Which means… I’m done with you. Permanently. 😊