“He said there were lots of people I could feel that way with, and I said, ‘What good is that? They aren’t you.’ Which disgusted me, it was such a weak thing to say. I knew I should have slept with someone before I called him, had that security in my head, you know, but I didn’t. I called, and ironically, he thought I had slept with someone, and so was interested, thinking, I guess, she’s not that insecure, and then, after giving in and asking him if he has, and though he doesn’t want to tell me, ‘God,’ he says, ‘I have,’ then I have to go and tell him I haven’t, and my feelings just got out of control, and he just wanted to hang up because it’s just too serious and heavy and doesn’t feel right at all. So I have no position of interest with him at all, and the only feelings I could move his feelings with were guilt and pity, and I was so close to slipping into them that I started crying right there because I’m so mad at myself, and he says, ‘Don’t cry,’ and I say, ‘I’m not crying,’ the tears just flooding out of my eyes, ‘I’m just upset with myself, is all,’ and he says, ‘Well, I’ve got to go,’ and I know he does, and he did.”