Whores
I hate them.
I hate prostitutes that degrade themselves and women by having s*x for money.
I hate girls that dress skimpy as a cry for attention.
I hate myspace whores who put nasty pics up.
I hate girls who make p**n.
And while I don't fall under any of these categories of a w***e, I am deeply ashamed to say that I still am one. Not so terribly or as extreme as these, but still. I am forcing myself to come to terms with this.
Why am I a w***e than you ask? Because I flirted with a married man.
Innocent flirtations, nothing bad, nothing but some flirty chatting.
But so what? If someone is married, they are married.
And I am a w***e.
Honestly, I told the man that I'd love to continue chatting with him because we did get along so well, but I said we could not flirt anymore, that it simply was not right and that it is not who I am.
He accepted and we went on talking as friends. One of two flirtatious comments once in a great while. But nothing I would not feel comfortable saying right in front of his wife!
Still though, I felt we had had a connection. I didn't plan to act on these feelings or even mention them. But I did feel it.
So I agree to do something for him, on a website, and while I'm working under his account, because he had so kindly trusted me, I do something horrible.
I snoop through his mail.
How dare I! I kept saying to myself, stop it! This isn't right! But I continued on. Nothing special, blah blah whatever, and then one titled The Name Suits You to someone who's picture was of her chest almost completely out of her shirt. I roll my eyes because I hate whores, but am interested, and read the letter.
What a dumb *** move.
He had sent the chesty girl a letter saying something like "You are cute, but then again what (state name) isn't?" And it was written something like how he wrote to me. That way that made m feel that connection.
I began to feel dizzy, my heart sank, my stomach was in my mouth.
I was so angry that he would say that and write like that to this random girl!
I was mumbling how he is married, and that she is like half his age, and what a w***e and what a man w***e, and how would his wife feel. And then I stopped, and almost started to cry.
I did the same d**n thing as this w***e.
Sure I didn't take S****y pictures and wear skimpy clothes and meet guys on the internet.
But I flirted with a married man. Just like her.
And that's when it hit me on how horrible I was. I started thinking of his wife, who while she was a toughy, had been so nice to me. And I felt so guilty and ashamed for doing that to her. But I was proud of myself for putting a stop to it.
Then while I was reading on Yahoo! Answers about someone who was in love with a married man, I read what someone wrote and it struck me. They said that a married man who is a cheater would say anything to you, make you feel anyway, just for whatever thrill with you he wanted.
Then I felt incredibly embarrassed.
How could I be so stupid!
I knew this!
How could I honestly think we had a connection!?
I'm a w***e, a foolish w***e.
Now I'm incredibly distraught.
Me and my grandmother are supposed to go see him and his wife and a friend tomorrow and spend the day together. But right now I feel so ashamed of myself, and more so, I don't think I could even look at him let alone spend time with him!
And I really do want to go because it's my last day of summer, and we had such fun plans!
So I am going. But I don't know what to do.
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