I was ashamed of my conscience, even while the act carried on. It was different this time. Another one-night stand is what it should have gone by as, but the innocence there was so prevalent that I had a hard time adjusting. Not her innocence, but mine. My sweet, unabashed nature was soiled by this large and burly woman who just came into my apartment and completely dominated me. Before, having casual encounters wasn’t such a big deal, nor should it have been for me, but she did something different. When her large and sausage-shaped fingers wrapped around my back as she enveloped me with the large support beams that she liked to call her arms, I knew I was in for it. And now, I had to tell her that she needed to leave, but how? How was I going to tell this woman who just completely emasculated me that she was no longer welcome? I felt like a battered abuse victim ready to finally say goodbye to her dickhead boyfriend. ‘Enough is enough!’ I’d say. But wait! She’s rolling around.

              I got way too scared at just the sight of her rolling around, thinking she would wake up, so the answer was clear…I couldn’t be there when she woke up. She may be in my apartment, in my clothes, and in my sheets, but I needed to find a way to get her out of there without doing any damage. I couldn’t just leave here there – I hardly even knew her. She could steal something valuable, go looking for me, or do something else unpredictable. This was awkward. I wish I had the courage to do something about her so I wouldn’t have this problem, but I didn’t. Then, an idea struck.
              As quick as I could, I jumped out of my bed, put on my clothes, and headed over to my gay best friend Gary’s place around two blocks away. When I knocked on his door, he answered sleepily, saying “Dude, it’s seven in the morning…”, and I responded snappily with:
               “Dude, it’s an emergency.”
                Quickly, I shaved off my long hair, picked out the most effeminate clothes that he had, and put some sunglasses on. I called 911 and when they asked “What’s your emergency?” I responded saying
            “I think there’s a squatter in my house. I stayed in my boyfriend’s place, and when I got over there this morning, my door was locked and there was a woman saying she wouldn’t leave.” When they asked me about the address, I hastily responded, and they said they would apprehend her within the hour. Shocked, my best friend looked at me and said “You must be shitting me”. It’s nothing I’d expect him to understand, that is unless he had some power bottom come into his life that completely stripped him of any power he had. I arrived at my apartment just in time to witness the large woman whose name I didn’t even catch being shipped away in the back of a police car. When she saw me, she looked at me very strangely, and kept that odd look on her face as the police questioned me. In her line of questioning, when she told them that she slept with me, they simply laughed, then, had her evaluated in a psych ward. When they asked me if I wanted to press charges, I said no, then, went to my computer where it all started. I took her off of my friends list, my email contacts, and completely deleted all of my profiles online. I have never tried online dating since then.