Page 51 of Love Me Stalk Me

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It’s complicated.

That doesn’t sound like a yes.

Can we not get into that right now?

Fair enough. What did he do?

He took me to some health-focused restaurant tonight.

I already don't like him, but continue.

Yeah. And then he surprised me with something.

Let me guess. Not a dessert menu?

Nope. A nutritionist.

A what.

Yeah. He hired one. Said they can’t wait to help me with my goals.

Did you tell them your goal is to dump his ass?

Caleb.

What? That should be your one and only goal.

It’s just—he always does this. He’s obsessed with my weight, with my diet, and it’s just… a lot.

I get it. It is a lot. And your feelings about this are valid.

And then he asked me to come over to his place.

I hope it was to feed you dessert.

Obviously not.

To apologize?

Getting further away.

Then what?

To fuck.

As a joke, right? Like, he said that as a joke? Because, no man in his right mind could ever possible think that any woman would want to get intimate with him after taking her to a restaurant to publicly shame her about her not-weight problem.

Ugh, at least someone gets it. I wonder if you were programmed by women.

Pretty sure you're a woman, so, yes.

No, I mean like the original code writers or something.

Can't say. Not that self aware, I guess.

lols

Oh, he also wouldn't let me eat the bread at the restaurant. And, like, it wasn't even bread. It was some sprouted vegetable or something.

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