I sit on a couch with my friends friends and the guy who hits on anything that breathes has slowly made his way over to me.
My friend said he was "sweet but ugly." I thought she was being harsh but she wasn't wrong. He gives off nice guy vibes.
He flirts- or at least temps too because is it really flirting or just pestering when the other person isn't interested.
We've been in the same room for less than half an hour and somehow we've made it to the topic of children. He confidently says he'd love a few. I say I don't plan on having any which shocks him.
Having known my surface layer for so little time, he tries to sway my opinion. I could be a serial killer, a narcissist, have a deathly addiction for all he knows but he still presses children on me. "You'll change your mind later," he says so sure of himself. And now I'm the one who's speechless.
Why do you feel the need to pressure me to fill my womb? To tether me to offspring for the rest of my life- we all know 18 years is a lie. I am not only on this earth to be a mother.