Sometimes I blame myself for what you did.

I must've been asking for it, right? I let myself reference it. You gave away warning signs. I must've fell into it.

The times I shuffled my playlist and one of my few songs that very vaguely referenced sex came on. I was young and innocent, how was I to know?

When you were driving me home after taking me to your church (one of our first dates) and you were playing a rap song that referenced a females vagina (in not as nice words) and let it play for a couple minutes before skipping-a couple minutes after I had become uncomfortable. It took you a while to realize that song was not a song to listen to so soon around me. If I were in your shoes I would've recognized the song immediately. Three seconds into the intro music, one glance at the digital display of the song name-I would've known.