I was feeling fine at work when this one girl decided to remind me of him. And how he and his friends had attended a wedding of one of our coworkers

Recently. And she asked me why I didn't come and looked at me intently to search for vulnerability. A tiny sparkle of menace flashed in her eyes.

I'm suddenly depressed now. I hate it. He's a manwho.re. He's a manwhor.e. He's a manwho.re. I wish someone would tell him that. He shamed every woman he used by suggesting later they were all who.res. But it's him. It's him. A man who can't respect other women because he's touched them only means he's the filthy one.