So last night, as I’m retelling the story of Mike and the cupcakes to Scandal and Drama, Drama demands to know why I even bothered making out with Mike if I knew from the get-go that I wasn’t interested
Scandal goes on to explain that, Drama, this is what girls have to think about in terms of their safety!
And dammit she’s right! There I was up in the cliffs of the Hollywood Hills with two options:
1) Put out and make it seem as though I’m interested until he finally drives me back home where I know I’m safe and secure
2) Don’t put out and run the risk of him possibly going Incredible Hulk/Jekyl and Hyde on me and getting so unbearably angry and resentful that he throws me off the cliff where no one can hear me scream and leaves me for dead as my mangled, lifeless body is left for joggers and their pomeranians to find me…
Hmm….I dunno bout the rest of you ladies, but I’m going with option one…even if it means leading him on until I get into the safe, cozy confines of my apartment…away from a possible rapist/serial killer.