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Rest assured, dear friends, there is drama in the air! Indeed, I bring you happenings involving creepy friends and body issues.
See, I have this friend, Zac. I met Zac in, oh, September or October of 2005. He messaged me on Facebook, and I could tell he was hoping for a romantic encounter. I figured it would be safe if I had him meet me at Whimsicality Club, and he ended up coming to the Leaf Pile Olympics.
( Long-winded and possibly slightly confusing backstory. )
( And now the reason for all that backstory! )
I've come to a decision - I am going to tell Zac that I don't want him to touch me. He makes me uncomfortable. He kind of scares me. He's a big guy, a lot bigger than I am, and while I could push him around a bit, if he really decided he wanted to hurt me he most likely could with little trouble. He's getting a three-strike system: two verbal warnings, and after the third time he touches me I'm going to start hitting. I will hit hard, and I will hit where it counts. These are cumulative, too - the strikes don't reset every time I see him. Now I've just got to figure out whether or not I tell him in person or online. Online has the advantage of not having to put up with tears and sighs and guilt-trips, but in person seems a lot less bitchy. Not that it matters much, because he's going to be mad at me either way, and I don't really give a good goddamn anymore.
See, I have this friend, Zac. I met Zac in, oh, September or October of 2005. He messaged me on Facebook, and I could tell he was hoping for a romantic encounter. I figured it would be safe if I had him meet me at Whimsicality Club, and he ended up coming to the Leaf Pile Olympics.
( Long-winded and possibly slightly confusing backstory. )
( And now the reason for all that backstory! )
I've come to a decision - I am going to tell Zac that I don't want him to touch me. He makes me uncomfortable. He kind of scares me. He's a big guy, a lot bigger than I am, and while I could push him around a bit, if he really decided he wanted to hurt me he most likely could with little trouble. He's getting a three-strike system: two verbal warnings, and after the third time he touches me I'm going to start hitting. I will hit hard, and I will hit where it counts. These are cumulative, too - the strikes don't reset every time I see him. Now I've just got to figure out whether or not I tell him in person or online. Online has the advantage of not having to put up with tears and sighs and guilt-trips, but in person seems a lot less bitchy. Not that it matters much, because he's going to be mad at me either way, and I don't really give a good goddamn anymore.
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