I awkwardly sit back as he tells me what I should or shouldn't do. Talking about others who he's so proud of. I don't have the guts to say I would never do that. That although he thinks I'm that kind of girl... he's wrong. The conversation swerves and becomes even worse. I don't want to talk about this. It's weird and strange. I think of what I've heard. About recent decisions made. I can't help but want to leave. I shrink down in my seat. Waiting to be safe. Waiting to get out....