You met this person on the internet. They seemed attractive and sensitive. You went out to a nice dinner at Chili's where you ordered some chili fries and several cocktails. The problem was there were far too many cocktails for the chili fries to line your stomach with. You started talking about your exes, how they screwed you over, and what they took when they moved out. One thing lead to another and before you knew it, you were being thrown out for basically trying to mount your first date in the booth you specifically picked out so you could get to know them better. What made things even worse was the note you found the next day on your computer monitor. As you looked hazily through your bloodshot eyes, took a sip off that Mojito for a bit of the hair of the dog, all you could faintly make out was "I can't do this. I'm sorry." and a phone number you called instantly to discuss the matter further. It was the phone number for the nearest county STD clinic. How do you feel about yourself now you little whore?
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