You make it sound as though I would have been stupid enough to take advantage of you.
[There's a pause after the text while he decides whether or not to switch it over to voice, but ultimately he has to. This is something he doesn't trust to text, and even though he isn't sure he can properly convey what he wants to get across, he's going to try.
His voice is flat and somewhat distant, as though he's sitting there daydreaming and talking through it.]
When my parents died, I went to live with my aunt, so I basically grew up in a hostess bar, surrounded by women who came and went as time passed, men whose faces I rarely saw -I didn't spend a lot of time in the bar area during business hours, just the back rooms- and alcohol. Putting those three together, there were times when a customer would wind up completely wasted and make a move on whatever girl he was with. Sometimes he would back off when she said no... and sometimes he wouldn't, so things would get ugly. I've seen what happens when a date goes bad. I've known some girls who wound up with some pretty nasty bruises because of it, though if there was anything worse, I never heard it.
My aunt... Those girls were practically her children. Every woman who came through those doors was treated like a member of her family, so I guess I had a bunch of revolving sisters? I don't know. I never asked. But when one of them was hurt, the perpetrator was "escorted off the premises" and not permitted to come back. She didn't tolerate any sort of violence toward them, and she made sure I knew it. No matter their employment, a woman was still a woman... still somebody's mother, sister, daughter, friend...
You're stronger than you look, but physically speaking, I could more than likely overpower you if I tried... but I won't. I can't see myself ever raising a hand to you, taking advantage of you, doing anything that would break the rules that were drilled into my head as a child, or giving you any reason to cry over something like that. I don't even like raising my voice with you. Any more than what I'd had in the hallway, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'd have probably gone straight for a convenient corner, curled up, and that would have been the end of it.
I mean...
[And now he's hit the babbling mark, but his voice is gradually losing the flatness of tone.]
Have you ever tried to get undressed when you're really drunk and your coordination is shot to hell? It's hard. I've actually attempted to shower in my clothes before because I couldn't get them off. Don't really recommend it, though, because wet clothes tend to stick to you and ride up in all the wrong places -not to mention how long it takes to dry off because of all of the layers...and you still can't get them off because not only is your coordination still that of an infant, but everything sticks together and gets heavier and harder to hold...
[...]
...I guess, what I'm trying to say is that if anything were to happen, it would have to be consensual and without any sort of influence behind it, because otherwise, unless you're the forceful one and I'm somehow incapacitated and incapable of putting a stop to it, it wouldn't happen at all.
[Text to voice - still knox-like]
[There's a pause after the text while he decides whether or not to switch it over to voice, but ultimately he has to. This is something he doesn't trust to text, and even though he isn't sure he can properly convey what he wants to get across, he's going to try.
His voice is flat and somewhat distant, as though he's sitting there daydreaming and talking through it.]
When my parents died, I went to live with my aunt, so I basically grew up in a hostess bar, surrounded by women who came and went as time passed, men whose faces I rarely saw -I didn't spend a lot of time in the bar area during business hours, just the back rooms- and alcohol. Putting those three together, there were times when a customer would wind up completely wasted and make a move on whatever girl he was with. Sometimes he would back off when she said no... and sometimes he wouldn't, so things would get ugly. I've seen what happens when a date goes bad. I've known some girls who wound up with some pretty nasty bruises because of it, though if there was anything worse, I never heard it.
My aunt... Those girls were practically her children. Every woman who came through those doors was treated like a member of her family, so I guess I had a bunch of revolving sisters? I don't know. I never asked. But when one of them was hurt, the perpetrator was "escorted off the premises" and not permitted to come back. She didn't tolerate any sort of violence toward them, and she made sure I knew it. No matter their employment, a woman was still a woman... still somebody's mother, sister, daughter, friend...
You're stronger than you look, but physically speaking, I could more than likely overpower you if I tried... but I won't. I can't see myself ever raising a hand to you, taking advantage of you, doing anything that would break the rules that were drilled into my head as a child, or giving you any reason to cry over something like that. I don't even like raising my voice with you. Any more than what I'd had in the hallway, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'd have probably gone straight for a convenient corner, curled up, and that would have been the end of it.
I mean...
[And now he's hit the babbling mark, but his voice is gradually losing the flatness of tone.]
Have you ever tried to get undressed when you're really drunk and your coordination is shot to hell? It's hard. I've actually attempted to shower in my clothes before because I couldn't get them off. Don't really recommend it, though, because wet clothes tend to stick to you and ride up in all the wrong places -not to mention how long it takes to dry off because of all of the layers...and you still can't get them off because not only is your coordination still that of an infant, but everything sticks together and gets heavier and harder to hold...
[...]
...I guess, what I'm trying to say is that if anything were to happen, it would have to be consensual and without any sort of influence behind it, because otherwise, unless you're the forceful one and I'm somehow incapacitated and incapable of putting a stop to it, it wouldn't happen at all.