I can’t figure you out.
One moment, I think you are a hopeless romantic.
The other moment, I think you are just a scheming bastard who just wants to get into my pants because I’m probably good to fuck as compared to other girls that you know (whom you can’t assess if they have AIDS or not).
I’ve asked why you like me and you say things like “I’m edgy, I’m well-dressed, I’m intellectual”.. and then you always just have to add that statement in.
“And you know, I have plenty of girls around me who want to sleep with me. They sleep around. Everyone is fucking everyone. But I don’t. I don’t wear a condom when I fuck. I don’t want to get STDs from them.”
So what am I to you?
A dettol-ed vagina?
It’s been like 5 years of superficial ‘friendship’.
I don’t know where to classify you.
I do hope you get out of my life soon. And I hate it when I tell you that, you cry right in front of me and say that I hurt you.
While you may claim to be a very sensitive guy, I think that’s called…
EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL.
It’s either I’ve been too cynical with sweet nothings and wronged you right from the start, or… you are just that creepy.
I hope you get out soon.
Make that immediately.
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