Just had my third fucking job interview this month. HR guy was staring at my tits the entire time. Asked me if I 'handled pressure well' while looking me up and down. Like, sir, my last manager asked me to 'sit on his lap during the quarterly review' and I still showed up to work the next day. What do you think?

Came home, cracked open a soju, and swiped on Tinder for an hour. Matched with a guy whose bio said 'looking for something real.' His opening line? 'Nice rack.' BLOCKED. Why is it so hard to find a man who wants to talk about the symbolism in Moving or who'll let me cry about my 401k instead of just imagining how my pussy feels?

Sometimes I just want to be fucked senseless against a wall by someone who actually remembers my name afterwards. Is that a fantasy or a fucking minimum requirement? Ugh. Back to my K-drama. At least the second lead knows how to yearn appropriately.