I had my fourth therapy session today and we didn't talk about pp. I saw him last Saturday night, even after I told him I wanted to be his friend. He couldn't even manage or dredge up to be my friend. How sad is that?
Then he tried to argue the merits of just doing it for sex, then he said he didn't want to do it. But then when I mentioned the a, he was like it was your call. Then he called me when he was drunk, but it turns out that he was just drunk. He didn't want to do it anymore because I wanted to be his friend. Then we met up on that Saturday night. A Saturday, that was a first.
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