As many of you know, I’m a yoga teacher. Whatever, roll your eyes. This one dude has been sporadically coming to my class for a couple years. He’s nice enough, I guess; albeit a little clingy. He’s always trying to hug. (Stop hugging your yoga teacher. We don’t want to hug everybody.) Recently, he’s been pressing me to have an “evening tea with him.” He’s married and his wife is out of the country on the front side of relocating the family. So the wife takes the kids to Europe to get settled, and the chubby little skeeze of a husband hits on his yoga teacher. Fucking Gross. I tried to just dust him off, but he keeps coming back with pressured persistence. Asshole, I’m not going to participate in your piggish fuckery. I am not going to carry on with you in a way that disrespects your wife. I decline to create the appearance of impropriety or compromise my character, dickwad Do not be naively drawn into these nefarious shenanigans under false pretenses, folks. He’s really trying to fuck. They’re always trying to fuck.
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