“You give yourself away too soon.”—A mistake, a friend of mine believes, I am guilty of. Guilty as charged. This is me. Take it or leave it. I’m an open book. No games. No secrets. I don’t play dirty like a cunt. Maybe that’s why I don’t fit in this city.
An ex came over to my house today to catch up for old times sake. I won’t get into the details of how difficult it is to deal with someone that wants you and who you have no feelings for anymore (because he acted like a douche when we were dating). But he left after saying:
"After all this time, I still don’t know what you are yet. You’re half a bitch, half a scared-little girl"
I told him I had never heard such an accurate description of myself, if there ever was any.
Then I kicked him out.
*Edit:* I actually also told him that I would never sleep with him again because he was absolutely dreadful in bed.
I have never had to tell a guy that before because I believe an element of education can always be introduced. But man, this guy was really awfully hopeless in the sack. And fully delusional about his abilities.
If he hadn’t been such a douche to me I’d be stuck in a bad-sex relationship. Lucky escape.
I don’t like regretting things. But I guess drunkenly cheating on an ex a while ago was the most regrettable thing I can think of. I never expected to feel so bad - couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep - about something like that.