+ Don't use your lung cancer-stricken father to try and gain my sympathy. It is classless, disrespectful, and actually really sad.
+ Telling me I'm beautiful and that you think "girls who wear glasses have something more, you know?" does not negate the fact your opening line was, "A lot of my friends hate the Jews, but I don't."
+ If I say I don't want to go home with you, or go away from the bar, or to the park, or for shawarma, or to see where your car is parked at the gas station, no amount of asking is going to change my answer. I've seen enough episodes of SVU to figure out how these stories tend to play out.
+ If you're going to try to kiss me or whatever, fine, but don't fucking bite me on the mouth. Seriously, it's weird.
I went down to Mr. Goodbar on Elmwood with Harper and a few others last night. And that's all I'm going to say about that.