I started talking to this guy that my good friend put me on with. He seemed alright- tall, caring, funny, smart, and hardworking. We video called a lot, and I got a good look at his room. He had a big ol' Trump and Pence flag (a literal red flag) that I didn't mind too much, I try not to get political, but its usually not a good thing when people really emphasize their political stance- it causes conflict. Over time, I heard him use the f- slur in front of my LGBTQ sister, and myself (but I don't really care), and it angered her. I let all this slide until the day we met in person. I took him to a banquet with some of my other friends, and everything was going well. However, he was very... unaware. He took his meds in the middle of the -professional- banquet (which I get you have to do, but you could step out or something) and in a school like mine, you're gonna get harassed for it. He also had a very pushy air about him. He kept trying to get me in his car, which I didn't mind but didn't do, and it was a little weird. The final straw is really stupid, but it ticked me off. I got a little mad at him for being pushy and I gently snapped at him, in which he responded : "Damn! Salty little thing". And that was it. "Salty little thing"? I can't with that. My friends also agreed he was strange, so I decided to cut contact.
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