and it's not the first time either.
my fascination wasn't really with his inappropriate behavior. i mean, it's not like it's not true.
it was with myself.
nobody speaks to me like that in my life. and there's a reason for that. or is there?
what amused me is that i didn't call him on it, either time. i merely ignored it.
i've pondered enough from the time/s it happened before to consider addressing it. i have no problem doing that.
but i didn't.
i may. i might. i could. but will i?
