Two years ago, something disgusting happened. I met a guy at a party and he invited me over. All the walls at his place were covered with posters of rock bands. He turned on hard rock music and we drank vodka. During sex, he started yelling and throwing furniture at me. I woke up in the attic and found
the entire apartment had been trashed during the encounter. I went downstairs, saw him sitting there, grabbed my things and left. And actually, I liked the sex, but I don’t understand what all that other stuff was about.