“Fuck off.” I told him, which made things easier when I stopped seeing him. If someone can’t grasp the concept of my job and the confidentiality that comes with it, then they can seriously fuck off.
“So you’ve been having club soda while I’m drinking alone? Can’t you just have one shot? Or have one glass of wine.” He looked at me as if I had betrayed him in some way, all for not drinking. He was attractive, and he was probably used to liquoring up girls and having his way.