I attended a classy film screening recently. The film was recently produced by Clint Eastwood about the life of Dave Brubeck. While Dave Brubeck could not attend, his bass player of many years was there. So was the other producer, and a quintet of young men dedicated to studying jazz and the works of Dave Brubeck.
For those who think rock music has the corner on evil people, so did I. But at least the one time I got hit on my a musician, he was polite and not too dsigusting by comparison to this sick jerk I met who calls himself an artist. He thought I was laughing because I was having a good time. I can't even repeat some of the things he said to me, they were that explicit. SICK, SICK, SICK!!! (So you want to see what I emailed him?)
I feel a little better. Whatever he says back, I don't care. I confronted him in a manner that he can't physically hurt me. If I ever see him again and he tries to touch me, ima break his hand.
The thing that makes me so sad is that all I have ever wanted is to meet a decent man who will be kind to me in all the right ways, love me, and want to marry me. Instead, jerks abound. They are there like sharks under the water, circling and waiting to bite.
God, you make me angry. Satan has plans for my love life and you don't. Instead of some sweet man, I end up with nightmares. (I really did have nightmares about him touching me again.) I'm tired of all that pie in the sky nonsense about God writing your superspiritual love story. It seems You have writers block. Satan doesn't.
See Satan's Love Story continued.
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