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Nonoxynol9 said:
My girlfriend of thirteen months dumped my ass five days before my 24th birthday.

We never fought, we didn't argue. It was a pretty passionate 13 months. I honestly thought I was meant to marry this girl, after a while.

But then, nine days ago, she lays a bombshell on me: "I've been thinking... (the You Know You're Fucked intro)... And I'm not in love with you. Not the way you're in love with me. And it's unfair to you to keep this going the way it is. I mean, we can still be friends..."

But by that point I wasn't listening. I think God cued the theme song to Dawson's Creek in my head 'cause that was all I was hearing on the drive home from the countryside. Motherfucking gatdamn images of happy memories and what-have- you played like a bad slapped-together reel-by-reel of Greatest Moments in the Life of...

We got home, I unloaded some shit from her car, and we had about a twelve minute talk, which basically consisted of me staring at the floor and saying, "Yeah, I understand, I've heard it before, so I understand. Trust me, I understand..." That's all I kept saying. "Yeah, I understand." And I didn't even look at her. The girl I spent the last 13 months of my life with, the girl I thought I was going to marry, I didn't even look in her the eyes the last time I saw her. I think I gave her a half-hearted hug, and her last words to me were, "You've got my number."

Yeah, right, as if I'm going to call. It's been nine days so far and I haven't spoken to her. I mean, she said it herself, she wasn't in love with me the way I was in love with her. How was I supposed to "just be friends" now? When my instinct would be to reach out and grab her around the waist? Or lean down and kiss her? Or exude the social aura that "she's with me"? It would take time to kill those instincts. Time I would need to spend in isolation. To call her now, in this weakened state of mine... I'd come across as hopeless and pathetic.

So now it's back to nights alone. Random and infrequent sex. With girls who may be hot. Or cute. Maybe even eh. But they will never be perfect. They will never be HER. More than the sexual stuff, I'll miss the actual sleeping together, and waking up beside, the girl I felt I belonged to, and who, in turn, belonged to me. Sex is easy to get. But THAT sort of connection? Damn.

Well... Just wanted to vent, guys.

Nonoxynol9




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