I was a little under the weather last week and feeling a bit mopey. But I pulled up my big girl pants and went out with friends on Friday night. One of my friends was having Happy Hour, which of course lasted more like 8 hours.
So I was out having fun with friends after a long week of work and not feeling great. It was a nice evening out, pretty calm for our crowd and just what I needed:
Approaching "Whooooa Girl" |
One text message in a relatively short conversation later this was me:
"McKayla is not impressed." |
So what kind of conversation could my night turn so bad? This kind:
Yes, that's so bad I don't even want to tell you who it is.
After having a conversation at work about this today. I am changing my line. This one crosses the line from slut to whore. Don't make me feel like a whore. I am NOT at your beck and call. I am my own person and will not allow myself to be treated like this. End. Of. Story.
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