V-day is for Chumps

Here's to the most commerically centered day on the planet... Just got an ecard from my ex. Think I would dream of responding? Hell no! And do you think I'm going to see the creep tonight down the hall? I'd rather sleep naked in a snowbank. Yeah--I know. I was "convinced" that the guy was actually nice and decent. Well, I was obviously decieved. The guy only wants to f*&8 me. That was clear last night when he came to ask me over. I was content with just watching tv together, maybe cuddling and being close. Possibly even having a nice, normal conversation--just enjoying our time together, being social. Apparently he felt the only way he could really enjoy my society was if he were to strip down and cram his hands in my crotch. He kept asking me to do things I really didn't feel like doing. It was really crappy. It's as if I'm his "3D porno" that he only wants around when he feels like it's time to "get off". Soooooo---the hell with him. I'm going to go running. And if he thinks I'm going to just be his personal hooker, showing up on the days he needs some "relief", he can go to hell. A$$hole.

Oh sh&t---he's here... Guess I'm screwed. Well, I will not submit to him!