Thursday, December 15

DESPAIR

Even though I dumped the professor in a nice way (by pretending I was very busy), he still continued stalking me. We kissed after dinner, but it wasn’t a great kiss, since his breath smelled of alcohol. Of course he was married, a minor detail, and still wore his silver wedding ring. The next day he sent me four e-mails, which only showed me he was desperate. It’s impossible to feel desire when you see despair.