When I now go on dates I'll purposely mess them up just to spite Hawk.

He deserves it.

Edit: When she first moved out here he wouldn't let her go out with friends or leave the house because he was "afraid she would get deported" which is an excuse he still uses to this day when he doesn't want to do something.

My ding dong is soft as a sock hearing that.

When I go on dates I'll stand on a raisin instead.

And at all other times.

I had to look that up, do you mean this one?
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”
I should get into Sylvia Plath more, I've only read a few of her poems but they mean a lot to me and I think of them very often. I want to recite Daddy for the voice thread once the next rainy day comes around
Nice, from now on I will reframe my inept handling of my lovelife as an attempt at trolling Hawk to feel better about it

This joke is really grape.

You know, I tend to get violated by women far more than I violate women in retrospect.

Not dismissing the fears cause I'm not stupid and I know men are ****ing gross.

Just a weird thing.

I used to wander around at night a lot when I was younger. Had strangers offer me rides and would take them up on it. One guy offered me $200 and some coke to watch me jerk off.

That qualifies as a good date in the Hawkbook.