Lucy Jackson

The Ferrari stops and I open the door and ask if he can take me to the airport.

Right at the exact time, the guy meets me to give me my bag.

He puts it down and walks away really angrily.

It couldn't have been better timing.

The Ferrari guy said my suitcases wouldn't fit and he could come back with another car, but the bus had already pulled up, so I went with the safe option.

I took the bus and two trains back into the city.

I couldn't wait to eat and take those disgusting clothes off me.

My whole suitcase and clothes stunk of his apartment and thank goodness he bought my bags to the bus stop because it ended up having my YSL wallet with all of my IDs in it.

Oh, God.

Shit.

That, okay, is a yucky story and I hate that that girl ended up in that situation because no person should ever treat another person like that.

But girl, you need to be fucking smarter when you travel, respectfully.

Yeah.

You know what I mean?

Not at the like expensive, even if it's like, even if technically nothing like really bad happened, I just, the thought of being that awkward for almost 24 hours makes my skin crawl.

Okay, here's an unpopular opinion, right?

Because I think at any point in an evening, you should be able to change your mind or just because you go home with someone or you invite someone home does not mean you have to hook up with them.

However, save yourself the fucking drama and just don't put yourself in that situation in the first place.

That's a single girl rule that I live by.

Yeah.