I just. I have a long history of fucked up relationships with women, both platonic and otherwise.
Maybe it's because I don't spend time with basically any men, but while I know they're trash intuitively , I just, I guess I haven't internalized it as much.
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Our first sexual encounter takes place that night.
I say I'm not sure I want to do this. She looms over me, "Do you trust me?"
"I don't know."
Repeat it a few times. I relent.
I assume she feels good. I don't. But I'm happy for the attention.
Over time she gets it in her mind that I should move into her apartment, so she single handedly kicks out her other roommate. I'm happy to have a friend.
She has a boyfriend. She insists she's poly. I'm still happy to have a friend. She talks about maybe having a threesome with him. I happily agree, thanking God it never happens.