Re-Writes..."Creep"

“and she was like, trying to fondle me through my clothes, pressing her voluptuous body against mine, pinning me to the wall. saying she had wanted me for a while for a while and now finally had an opportunity to be with me. or so she thought. because now she was married and i don’t do that. so i told her. i took both her arms and placed them behind her back. saying she’d had her chance before she’d gotten married and now her husband would have to satisfy her. that i wasn’t into creeping. that i wasn’t into affairs. that i didn’t want the headache. still, she stood in front of me, ready to submit herself to me. an empty vessel, waiting to be filled. desperate for attention, longing for affection, she sought me out for a love that i wasn’t willing to give. simply because i couldn’t. but watching her stand before me in this state caused me to reflect on my own experiences. and how, right then, even the single, unattached women in my life were just pissing me off. with their indecision and their bullshit. a broken promise here and an empty word there. how it was tearing me apart inside. how i was hiding a secret pain. and how there seemed to be no relief for this hurt. then suddenly, i felt sympathy for her and her situation. i had gained an understanding to her motives and the reasoning behind her actions. but even still, all i could do was send her back to her husband. yearning. wanting. while i stayed on the wall, thinking about my own problem.”

sometime in '00 or '01, i don't remember the exact date.