I Think We Need To Break Up
So, at the worst possible time, I realised that it’s time for me and Guy to break up. He’s not the right guy for me, for so many reasons. So, so, so many. I actually think we’d be here for an eternity if I were to list them all, but I’ll give you a handful of reasons that I’m sure you’ll agree with.
Are you ready?
(Sigh.)
(Mid-)Fuck
Guy initially wanted to put his dick in my ass again. When I said no, he kept offering “sweeteners” – things like, giving me oral all evening, making all the cups of tea, blah blah blah. He was actually bartering me for anal sex. Can you believe that? Haggling for anal. I have officially reached a new low.
I said no to anal. He should’ve been happy with the perfectly good cunt I’ve got down there, but nooooo. He had to get the hump about it, didn’t he? He had to moan, guilt trip me, and whine about not getting butt fuck fun.
Oh, I’m sorry that my asshole is red raw and inconveniencing you, asshole.
It was halfway through sex (vaginal, not anal) that it hit me: I don’t like him enough to put up with all the bullshit. It’s not just the anal thing; it’s lots of little things that have all started to mount up:
- Not coming to my birthday party
- Choosing to do cocaine at a festival instead of coming to my birthday party
- Lying about the weirdest shit (that I always found out about)
- Getting pissed off when I had to work
- Trying too hard
- Asking if I loved him constantly (it’s been a couple of months)
- Telling me he loves me repeatedly
I genuinely wanted to hop off and kick him out of my house. I didn’t do that, obviously; I finished riding him, let him blow his load, then never said a word… you know, like a grownup. I didn’t come. Shocker.
He stayed the night, showered in the morning, then left as usual… but now I can’t stop thinking about everything. I enjoy his company so much. We like the same music, chilling and smoking together, have a similar sex drive, like the same (ish) kinks, and I enjoy his dick. A lot. We have fun together. Lots of fun. It’s light, breezy, and mostly relaxed.
But…
*waves hands at everything here*
He hasn’t technically done anything wrong, but he hasn’t technically done anything right, either. Not coming to my birthday party was a pretty shitty move. I think the lies are solely to impress me – you know, the whole trying too hard business. But it’s just lame. I’m starting to find him a bit pathetic. The little lies are making me doubt pretty much everything that comes out of his mouth, and the more I unearth, the lower my attraction to him sinks. He’s barely holding on by the skin of his teeth right now.
I don’t love him. I don’t think I’m ever going to fall in love with him. I actually feel a little… commitment-phobic around him. He’s dropping the L-bomb every half an hour at this point, though… and it’s pissing me off. He’s clearly more into me than I am into him, and I definitely don’t want to hurt his feelings.
We definitely need to break up.
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