I watched my knuckles turn white as I gripped the arm of my chair.
Feeling tense and unhappy, I decided that this time would be different. I’d make my feelings known instead of just suffering in silence as usual.
He was a nice enough guy and everything — don’t get me wrong. We’d talked earlier and got a rapport going.
But afterwards, I was as disappointed and unsatisfied as ever. This time I would strike a blow for womankind…
“How’s that?” he asked, “are you happy?”
“Perfect thanks,” I lied, and gave a generous tip as I left the hair salon.