
I Was a Victim of Netflix and Chill
Casual sex and the walk of shame.
Nov 3 · 9 min read
At this point I wouldn’t know his voice if I heard it; we text each other more than we spoke. We didn’t text often, but it was the only communication we engaged in. My emoji’s cried electronic tears for me as I made light humor out of my frustration. I sat stiff faced, staring at the phone screen, wondering what other reaction I should exaggerate…

