I was a jerk to you. I was in a really rough place, but I definitely took it out on you. I flirted mercilessly with you all night, then brought you home and forced you to stay, but would only cuddle. I needed care so badly. I hope you can forgive me for always thinking you were creepy or a jerk afterwards. It wasn’t your fault. You respected my need to not have s** and you helped me through a rough night. You made me feel just a little bit less lonely. So even if you come on strong, thank you and I’m sorry.