Me just venting...

Okay so even before I slept with this chick I met at a restaurant, her and I had a clear understanding that in no way are we an item, couple, whatever term you want to use to identify two individuals who are matched up with each other. Jokingly we even shook on the terms of our fuck session.

Now she's blowing my phone up asking if she can come over and "spend some time" with me.
I know I'm a bastard for airing out my dirty laundry, but figured no one will give a shit anyway.

That felt not bad, now I should get a drink.