Once there was a guy who I was pretty good friends with, I knew he liked me and I was very hesitant whenever he asked me out because I liked him but not in that sense. Unfortunately I was peer pressured by him, his mother, and my friends alike into going on a couple of dates and while he was a sweetheart I knew we wouldn’t get along as a couple for many of our views clashed. However, during this time period of us “dating” as a few of my friends put it, an old friend turned stalker had located my number along with a rather creepy acquaintance who had gotten my number through a mutual friend had both begun sending me concerning messages, not to mention s***** advances from my father that made me fear for my safety had put me on edge around the male populace. As a result I started avoiding males in general, friend and stranger alike, since if even my own father could force himself upon me what’s stopping anyone else from doing the same? Nowadays, I’m still wary but I can handle a males presence much more easily and I regret the friendships I had destroyed at that period of my life did to my paranoia. And I wish I had at least broken it off with him properly instead of simply leaving him hanging, believing I had used him then maybe our friendship would’ve been salvageable.
