Dear Cat-Person Woman : Hi. You don’t understand me personally.

Dear Cat-Person Woman : Hi. You don’t understand me personally.

But like many more, i’m as after reading the crushing short story about you that went viral after appearing in The New Yorker if I know you.

The storyline described exactly just how, through your sophomore year in university, you came across a guy named Robert once you had been doing work in a film movie theater, exchanged some funny and flirtatious texts for a snack at a 7-Eleven, which led to an awkward date and even more awkward sex with him, then took a study break to meet him. It is evident from the tone of hurt, humiliation, and sorrow in your terms that it was perhaps one of the most experiences that are miserable’ve ever endured in your twenty years.

Soon after your thinking showed up, cyberspace teemed with sympathy for your needs and disgust with Robert, a bearded, paunchy 34-year-old whom, through your nauseating single tryst, threw you around in sleep “as if perhaps you were in a porno.” Many remarked that, even though the intercourse had been consensual, it had been not quite enthusiastic from you. 더 보기 “Dear Cat-Person Woman : Hi. You don’t understand me personally.”