Me? Open-minded? Apparently not.

Ok, still bored at work. As a result, have much time to think and thoughts have been stubborn and focused on one topic: male species. Thoughts encouraged by past weekend activities.

First thought: F*CKING MEN.

Kissed one this weekend - good looking but as arrogant as all hell. Didn't really mind at first because I was only in it for the ass (I know, can you believe it - this move to Jozi is doing all sorts of crazy stuff to my head) but then got a bit annoyed when I realised that he was one of those men that doesn't understand the word 'no'. To him, it meant 'you want to but you are too scared of what people think'. For real. He said that. And to make matters worse he is f*cking intelligent (just got scholarship to do his Phd in philosophy in the UK). The problem was that after going out for a brithday party, we all ended up staying at the same house. I was dead keen to sleep in the same room as my (girl) friend (all I had wanted was a one night kiss, no ruby-ruby for me). Next thing I knew, friend gets thrown out of room, door locked, on back, pinned down by brute force, something hard poking me.

I thought: f*ck me, what are we in for? Following conversation unfolds:

Me: No thanks, not tonight.

Him: Relax!

Me: ...no... thanks.

Him: Are you insecure?

WTF?

Me: No!

Him: What happened to you in your childhood that made you like this?

Stared at him blankly. What? Self was slightly confused. His manipulative ways were wearing me down a little. Thought to self, is there something wrong with me? Alcohol not helping.
Then:

Me: NO! (still trying to take my clothes off while asking about childhood)

Him: Thought you were open-minded – but obviously not.

He storms off. Am relieved but unnerved and also doubtful of self (obviously not good).

But not to worry, I gather myself to myself and think: who the f*ck does he think he is? But did have familiar sad feeling of being treated badly by male and then got angry. F*ck him. Anyway time passes, fall asleep. Next thing, pinned down by brute force, something hard poking me.

HE TRIES AGAIN.

Went through the whole thing again, said no a million times, he insulted me accordingly. Even told me that was only interested in one-night thing (good way to get a girl in bed!), that he was amazing and that I was missing out etc.

Ugh.

Anyway, am alive. And the only thing he managed to achieve was get minimal clothes off and blue balls the next morning. Abusive, arrogant man.

But seriously, what is that about? It’s the freakin 21st century.

Less than wonderful, certainly.