NotSoSexintheCity

So I messaged him. Jock, I mean. I told him that it was weird how we broke up and I hated it. I wanted to know if I was wasting my time and my affection by wanting to see how things go. I wasn’t really prepared for his answer. “Normally it would be a straight yes its done, but need time to think it over. I know thats a shit answer but I don’t want to force it then regret the wrong choice. You’re still my hummingbird!” What the fucking…

I was furious when I woke up this morning. I was furious because I finally gave in and text Jock yesterday, and he ignored me. A bunch of his Xmas presents had arrived, and I figured I may as well still give them to him so I asked for his address. He moaned about work and I realised I didn’t have to listen to his shit anymore. “Change jobs then. Your couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude destroyed our relationship. Don’t let it destroy your life too.” He didn’t respond. Later on I sent…

I’m not really sure where to start with Geek Boy. Things started to get very hot despite the fact I was trying to make the conversation somewhat platonic as I’m still mourning for my last relationship. He sent me a penis picture. In fact, he’s now sent me two penis pictures. Holy fucking shit. He’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen. I actually think he might have the biggest dick I’ve ever physically seen in my life! Tall, thick and proud. Three words that I would use to describe this…

So, we’ve been talking for a couple of days and I finally agreed to let Jock come over Friday night to talk about things and see if there was any way that the last year and a half could be salvaged and not turn into a total waste of my time. It turns out, there’s no way. It was just a waste of my time. Lol! I expected something special when he arrived especially seeing as he kinda admitted that he was partly to blame for the falling-apart of what…

Jock drove to mine. He dumped my stuff on my front doorstep. He ripped the bag containing a few of his things out of my hands, then he drove off without even so much as a backwards glance. It was brutal. As I shut the door after him, tears streamed down my face. I walked to my room, closed my door and fell to my knees. For about fifteen solid minutes I sat there, hugging my own legs, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. The way he did that really,…