One Night Stand

"My gaydar is finely tuned but I can't point out a drunk guy to save my life."

Guy flirts with girl.
Girl flirts with guy.
They hook up.

He blows his load as she fakes an assortment of moans combined with dirty talk. He collapses on the bed and starts snoring. She lays beside him hoping it will be better next time and he pretends to be sleeping when he pushes her body away so it's not touching his.
Sadly his dead weight is sprawled across the bed, and as to not disturb the bloke, she curls up in a tiny corner of the bed that's left, (Her instinctive nature to be accommodating kicked in.) and tries to sleep through his thunderous snores.

After a short time she wakes up to him fumbling with his belt. Hick-up-ing and making that weird face that can only mean he threw up in his mouth a little, as he gets dressed and make a b-line for the door.

She gets up in time to close the door behind him and make some cool remark that makes it look like she's in control. Mostly, So he'll believe she used him, just as much as he used her. Except it's all a facade.

It never occurred to her that he was drunk till now. She was sober, and has been her whole life. She trusts easily and believes people. Shes a small town girl, living in the big city. So When He was persistent in pursuing her, she was flattered.

But now she sits alone on her bed knowing she will never Hear from him again but hoping that he'll call and be just as sweet and kind and flirty as he had been up until this point.
But to no one's surprise, the phone never rings.

Grabbing her phone to check the time, she looks up his name up on Facebook, twitter, YouTube and the like. And there on the glowing screen is a picture of him and his beautiful girlfriend.

She wants to call him and yell, but what good would that do. Then he'd say she's crazy and the story would be a good laugh for his buddies at the bar the next night.

She resists destroying some other girls happiness by messaging the girlfriend and letting her know how much of a cheating douche her man is. She shouldn't resist, but she does, for some reason I can't even explain in hindsight.

She forgets all about him and goes in with life.

But she never really forgets. His name fades from her memory but he's left a gross, sinking feeling in her heart.

She trusts less, and becomes emasculating to future men who try to flatter her.
"You're so pretty" they say.
She's heard that line before with a slew of other no name brand compliments that only translated to "me man, me want pussy!"

Heaven forbid a man give his opinion on her boobs. Her quick wit and sharp tongue will have the room laughing at him and his balls tucking back up into his body.

She's jaded. She's hurt.

But these men mean no harm. When they tell her she's sexy.
But she hates it. For she's come to learn that that is the opening line used by men who can't be trusted.

Why can't she be funny, smart, kind, or talented. Why can't you appreciate any quality about her that would make her your friend and not just a object to fuck.