I was dumbfounded when I heard the words, “You don’t see me as a sex object.” Even worse, she said she liked me because of it. What was that supposed to mean? The woman was beyond delusional. Of course I saw her as a sex object! All I thought about was jumping her bones. She’s insanely attractive, and I’m a guy with a pulse! Sure, I looked at her tits. They were attached! Besides, there wasn’t time to get to know her. But at that point, I didn’t know what to say, so like an idiot I said, “thank you.”
It felt like high school déjà vu, telling him that I just wanted to be “friends.” What else could I do? I mean, he was groping me with his eyes. “Hello! See anything but my tits?” We had coffee and a brief conversation. That was it. I know he likes me, and that’s flattering. But what was I supposed to say at that point? I lied and probably made it worse. I said he was one of the few men I’d ever met who didn’t see me as a sex object. I wanted to cry when he said “thank you.”
It felt like high school déjà vu, telling him that I just wanted to be “friends.” What else could I do? I mean, he was groping me with his eyes. “Hello! See anything but my tits?” We had coffee and a brief conversation. That was it. I know he likes me, and that’s flattering. But what was I supposed to say at that point? I lied and probably made it worse. I said he was one of the few men I’d ever met who didn’t see me as a sex object. I wanted to cry when he said “thank you.”
