Muscles texted me today...wanted to hang out before I went to work. To clarify some points as we "didn't depart on the best terms." Dude, wtf?!

The people pleasing, Pollyanna part of me wants to hear him out in case it was a misunderstanding/ he apologizes and this turns into a learning experience. The righteously indignant super-cool feminist part is pissed at him, pissed at myself, pissed that I'm still pissed at all of this.

I think I'll settle for letting him stew in what are hopefully feelings of shame, while I sit back and try to laugh this off.

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