And I realized that I hated him.
I do remember sort of panicking on the way there, knowing that his expectations and mine were different but not knowing how to stop it.
At this point I'm sobering up a little bit, and I think, Am I gonna go through with this? And so I, a young scholar and certified academic asshole, was aghast.
And he was like, Okay, who's the guy who wrote Jurassic Park? Now the youngster is in the hands of an evil abuser who kisses and hugs her at a hotel reception desk before leading her willingly away to a room.
It was a really empowering moment.
And I see this guy who's wearing a frat shirt, and he's shotgunning beers, and I was like, You, you're perfect.