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The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Literally)

September 25, 2012May 19, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups

I cannot believe I’m saying this, but The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of is proving difficult to get rid of… again. He’s a lunatic. A crazy fucking lunatic. And he will not leave me alone right now. I think I’ve got myself a little stalker. Texts, texts, texts Yesterday I woke up to a barrage of text messages from Guy, all proclaiming his love to me, begging for another chance, asking what he can do or change to make me happy again… For a split second, like a mini-millisecond,…

My Mr. Grey

Done Waiting

September 18, 2012May 17, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups

Hello, my darlings. I think I’m done waiting for that man now. That man being, of course, My Mr. Grey. How long am I meant to wait for a simple answer to a simple question? Because he still hasn’t answered it, and I’m getting tired of hanging around. Words < Action He said he wanted me, but there’s been no action. If he wants me, why doesn’t he want to claim me for his own? Why doesn’t he want to put that label on it? Does he have something else…

The Fireman

A Disastrous Introduction

August 20, 2012June 5, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups

Before we get to the disastrous introduction I need to give you a little background story. Things were really bad between The Fireman and I. Really, really bad. We’d tried so many things to try and fix our shattered relationship, but we’d grown apart too much at that point, I think.

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I Finally Did It

July 25, 2012May 29, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups2 Comments

I finally invited The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Guy) to mine, to do the dreaded deed… AKA break up with him. And yes, I finally did it. I broke up with him. I actually did it this time… I think?

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Dilemma

July 15, 2012May 12, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups

I genuinely meant to break up with Guy. I did. I promise you, I did. When I invited him over, I planned to sit him down, hand over the stuff that he’d left at my house, then tell him it was over. I almost did it, too. Almost being the important word. I think I’ve got myself a little dilemma, peeps.