Biting Me in the Ass!
You guys, I need to admit something. In case you’re not aware, I accidentally invited The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Guy) to mine after sending a nerve-wracking email to My Mr. Grey that bares my soul and asked him to love me forever. That decision is now biting me in the ass.
Let’s start with Grey
I genuinely thought that Grey would say no, but he didn’t. He also didn’t answer the question in true ‘him’ style, so I jumped into bed with Guy in an effort to distract my racing mind. We didn’t fuck, but he tried to instigate it. Instead, I let Guy cuddle me until we fell asleep, then kicked him out, early the next morning.
A few hours later, I felt it was best to call things off with him. Grey had made things even more complicated than they were (and needed to be,) and I didn’t want to keep juggling a bunch of men. I can’t keep up with it all. I don’t have time for it. Or the patience.
So, I sent him a message:
“Look, I do really like you, but things are so complicated right now. I really don’t want to screw with you, so I think it’s best that we leave things as they are for now.”
He didn’t reply. I assumed he was seething angry with me.
I much prefer a silent angry man.
Very Vanilla (Biting Me in the Ass)
So, yeah, here’s the bit where the decision to call things off with Guy well and truly bit me in the ass. Hard. He clearly went into rebound mode, then decided to tell me all about it, for some strange reason that I will never understand.
But hey, I’m a dating and sex blogger, so I’m not sure that I’ve got much room to talk.
Anyway, this is what he sent:
“Hey babe, I just wanted you to know that I got laid last night and it was so very vanilla. She had nothing on you!”
What the fuck?
Who says that to someone?
What would any man in his right man send that to an ex-girlfriend he doesn’t want to lose?
I know he’s dicking around now, so any attraction I did have, has dropped. I’m not going to touch him with a ten-foot barge pole now. I mean, congratulations for getting laid, though… I guess?
Did he seriously think that would work as a get-me-back strategy? I don’t know who needs to hear this, but making me jealous is not going to win me back. She can fucking have you, mate. I’m in competition with no one.
Thirdly, that poor fucking girl. I wonder if she knows that he’s texting me the details of their intimate encounters. Worse than that: negatively critiquing her to me. She deserves better. I don’t even know who she is, but I definitely know that she deserves better.
He kisses like a fish, girl. Run.
Apologies
He apologised a few hours later, like they always do. I told him to fuck off. We have no reason to talk now. I don’t even want him as a booty call now, thank you very much. I even unfriended him across all socials to prove my point.
We’re done, pal.
I don’t wish you the best.
Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
You can read the entire Guy chapter from start to finish right here.
Fancy reading something else? I’ve got lots to choose from:
