I told you otherwise, but I did want to sleep with you that night. You must have seen the condoms in my purse. That was intentional. Not you seeing them, but I did buy them deliberately. They weren't rainy-day condoms a girl carries around "because you never know what's going to happen"; I bought them because I knew what I wanted to happen. You rejected me with respect and sensitivity. I slept alone in the big hotel bed feeling like a failure.
You guys fucking have it. I'm jealous!