How Fucking Dare You Kahit!

Hey Kahit,

Fuck you, man!

How fucking dare you!

I am hurt by you most of all.

It is such a violation.

You fucking thought I was gay because I contacted you?!  Fuck you!

I am sorry I ever went out of my way reach out to you.

I will never look at you the same again!  You knew what you were doing.  You have lied to me for years!  Either side of the glass it was never you.  I have only had to choose you as a way of staying employed.

If I ever see you again, I will do the same thing I did at Starbucks.  I will not look you in the eyes.  I will walk out the door again.  And, I will not look back this time.

Turns out my regret is not in telling you how important you were to me in college, turns out my regret is ever having looked you up or contacting you in any way even though I was aware you saw me and called me at work.

I am very well aware that college is long gone.  It has been that way for years.  Years.

Whatever I thought used to be between you and me has left me a long fucking time ago.  I know it is the same for you as well.

So, please do me the favor of letting me go.

Please do me the favor of allowing me to meet men that I like, that I find sexually attractive.

Please do me the favor of keeping your skin-suits to yourself.  You lied to me, you deceived me, you tricked me.

I just wanted you to know that I was not a bad person.  I wanted you to know I was not going to retaliate even though I was aware you were around.  I went out of my way to let you know I could have a relationship with a man and we did not have to be friends or know each other anymore.

Unfortunately, for me pretending to be in a relationship – it wasn’t even a relationship, I have no idea how to classify what that fucker was – proved and has proven to be the end of everything I ever wanted to be.

If it were up to me I would never see you again.

I can never be friends with you again after that.  Which was the point of that experiment – to ruin every connection.

I have tried for years to get away from you.

I never wanted to return here to Florida.

I guess I used your middle name because I don’t want to call you David or Dave anymore.

How fucking dare you to presume I was gay because I contacted you.

How fucking dare you assume I was gay at all.

I can never listen to that radio again because of my hands.

Please allow me to move on with my life.  Please let go of me.

Either side of the glass it was never you.

How fucking dare you!