So, do you want me to slap you around a little?

As crazy as it may sound, I am a bit outspoken. Ever since I was little I have harbored the inability to keep my mouth shut. So, last semester I was in a class that I like to refer to as "Gender Confusion." It had something to do with sexism and the media. Anyway, there was an individual who was convinced he was playing the role of devil's advocate. He was not, he was just being the world's biggest dumbass, as evidenced by some of his statements. One day, we were in the middle of a discussion, and I was making a point. Well, dumbass apparently got confused and thought I was done and interrupted me. I did not stand for such treatment, and turned around in my seat and gave him a piece of my mind. I got many a thank you from others in the class who were equally put out with his behavior.

Fast forward to this semester. Last night I went to the bars to celebrate my platonic life partner's birthday. Wouldn't you know, somehow dumbass knows someone in our group. After some prodding he remembers who I am. He then proceeds to regale everyone with the time I "yelled" at him. Dumbass admits that after the verbal lashing, he became "very into" me. What? I wasn't teasing, I really do dislike this kid. He continues by making awkward head motions, which I can only conclude are a result of being dropped on his head as a child. He then keeps trying to coerce me into dancing with him, and many an unwanted touch occurred on my arms and back. Needless to say, I declined his offer to dance. I continued to verbally abuse him, which only served to stoke his fire more. At this point I deduce that dumbass is into S&M, and ask him if he enjoys being hit. He fails to comprehend. The night ended with him begging me to go to another bar with him, me saying no, and him walking off in a huff.

Moral of the Story:
Unless I'm holding a whip in my hand, I'm not abusing your for sexual enjoyment. I just don't like you.