sirravennekros

I've had perhaps the worst week of my life. It started on Saturday night at a party where a girl I really liked was having a birthday celebration. We made out. It was good. Then after midnight things went downhill. This girl was drinking, but then so was I. She can hold her alcohol, I've drank with her before. And she didn't drink all that much. After everybody left she advanced on me, and I responded eagerly. I gave her every opertunity to draw the line because I don't tread where I'm not wanted. But we ended up in her bed having sex none-the-less. About 3/4 of the way through, she starts shutting me out in the way women have perfected for ages. Tossing up emotional barriers, making snide comments, generally saying "back the fuck off". Hurt, I left. She called me half an hour later to ask me what happened. There she claimed she had blacked out and didn't remember any of it.
That was bad enough, that and the argument it spawned.
But that wasn't enough, not enough by half. No, now she, who never blacks out and drank much more the following night to no ill effect, and has never blacked out before... Now she's claiming that I drugged her and raped her.
-.-
1. I don't have access to drugs like that...
2. I'm not that desperate for sex...
3. I would never do that to anyone, it goes against my code for living...
4. I'd kill a mother fucker who did that to someone...

All of this makes me feel really good. Lemme tell you....
For those of you who didn't try and cut that sarcasm with a knife...
I think I'm going to go cut myself and splash the blood on the glass of my patio doors and see if I can divine my future in the blood-sorrow splatter pattern.




... in better news, I'm going to the SG Burlesque show when it hits Chi-Town. Can't wait.