Now Sarah is the eternal optimist when it comes to men and dating. Love her or hate her, the bitch can find the tiniest, littlest thing about a person that is good and make it their shining attribute. She pushed him on me, rattling off a laundry list of reasons why I should give him a chance. Reluctantly, and against my better judgment, I gave him my number and agreed to go on a date.
The ickiest part was when I was getting ready to leave. He asked for a hug, and my dumb ass was like “Ok.” He hugged me in a way where I swear he was trying to become one with my body. He pressed into me and I felt like I had been violated. It was gross. It was like he was trying to have sex with me with clothes on, in Dave & Buster’s on a Tuesday night. It just wasn’t right.