Flip a Coin

You're not worth it, Mr. Ginger-Haired Boy from Class. Not a bit. You're not worth my time, my self-respect, my integrity, my principles--nothing but my shame and self-loathing. Fortunately, I have been trying my damned-nest to improve on both fronts since I transferred schools. There have been several close calls, one of which had the us shirtless in your room, but my self-control prevailed every time. How could I ever sleep with someone who doesn't respect women? Who calls breasts "titties" and makes rape jokes disguised as dick-sucking jokes? I was bored and desperate and horny and lonely. Now I realize that it is much better to be all those things than to sleep with you for a single night.

So go ahead and send me booty call after booty call. I will only save those messages to laugh at them later.

I am so over you.