[ SECRET POST #4544 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #4544 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Anxiety

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh. I know how you feel. I was in a car accident, and the guy who hit me was hitting on me (I'm aro/ace too). While we were waiting for the cops (it was raining and when I called my insurance agent she said lots of accidents had been reported, so it was taking awhile) he pulled this "I'm friends with a cop" thing (to impress me I guess?) and went and called his friend and talked about this "cute girl" he rear-ended, which of course led to him making anal sex jokes to his friend (he had walked several feet away at that point and I guess thought I couldn't hear him). He ended up telling me basically his entire life story, contradicted himself about various things during the conversation (he grew up in a trailer park, in a mansion, and on a farm at various points), told me about some "condition" he has that affects him mentally and how he probably shouldn't have been driving, he was in the middle of a divorce from his pregnant wife (he straight up told me she left him because he hit her, then a couple minutes later said he left her because she was "crazy") who he already had two kids with and how he'd left his first wife because she didn't want kids. Kept putting his arm around my shoulders and rubbing my arm, made jokes about how we needed to run away together, then started saying racist shit (a kid rode by us on a bike and this redneck asshole said he thought the kid probably stole the bike because he was black), went to pee in an empty soda bottle in the back seat of his car at some point, asked if I was "wild in bed", then at the very end after the cops came and we were both leaving, gave me his business card (the entire time he kept talking about how he owned an upholstery company and made a ton of money, his business card said he was a "sales associate" lol) and told me to call him so we could go out some time. Yeaaaahhh no.

Re: Anxiety

[greghousesgf]

I don't even know this guy and I fucking hate him.