Women's Refuge

I feel tonight I have been way too nice to an almost complete stranger, who's now sleeping in my bed. I feel slightly like a women's refuge shelter. It's a weird situation I put myself into. I am glad she feels safe, but I have learnt a lot about myself in the process. I shouldn't have let her come on to me, I shouldn't have kissed her, I shouldn't have started to have sex with her. I am sure most of what I did tonight was wrong, and I feel a little manipulated. But now I am on the sofa, and I have asserted myself, and that's good enough. I hope I have a new friend at least, but I'm not holding my breath with how she'll act tomorrow.