You profiled me. I know you did, because we had mutual friends and you knew how hard turning 40 was for me. Then you just turned up one day. I wish I had never let you sit down next to me at the bar. I wish I hadn't been beguiled by your bedroom eyes. I was going through a crisis when I asked you over, and I would rather have been rejected then, instead of what came after. The worst part is that you touched me in such a way that I can't erase your existence from my memory. You've tainted everything: my home, my favorite bar, this town. I think I'd rather go through electric shock to cleanse myself of you than deal with the aftermath you caused. At least you can walk away and pretend I'm crazy.