You know the type, the person who only ever calls you up or talks to you when they need something. They’ll say hi, go through the casual niceties, tell a funny story and then slyly slip in the favour or the information that they need from you. You oblige and you don’t hear from him or her until the next time they need to make you a feel like a whore.
I’m thinking, maybe if I figure out how to do everything on my own, I’ll never have to be that guy. On the flip side, what’s so bad about feeling used? Oh right, the fact that you were.