I remember telling a fuck buddy she bit me too hard. She was like “yeah well you bite me.” And I was like oh my god, I’m so sorry, I thought you liked that. Please tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable. And she was like “no, I do like it.” Ok, well, that’s…different then. Because I didn’t like it. But if I ever do something that you don’t like or is too hard, again, please tell me. “If you did something I didn’t like, I’d kick your ass. I’m from Boston.” Uh, ok. “I’d kick your ass. I’m from Boston.” She started skipping like a scratched CD, just repeating “I’m from Boston, I could kick your ass” (this girl was like 90lbs, by the way) over and over, louder and louder, until her brother’s friend came upstairs to check on us. I’m sure he was worried about her, but as far as I’m concerned, he rescued me. She texted me like 3 days later saying that she thought we had a really special connection. The next time I saw her was like a year later, and she pretended not to know who I was…but at least she didn’t kick my ass.