We had been dating about a month, he asked if I was seeing someone else. I said no and asked him why he would think that. He told me he was in my bathroom and found a male pubic hair in my toilet!
I told him that if we had not had tickets to a show that night, i would never speak to him again, and after the show, I didn’t. How he thought it was a male pubic hair, I will never know…
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It was over when she told me she did not believe that Central New Jersey existed.
Aftermath: We never spoke again.
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best of chemistry
My boyfriend and I were always laughing and having fun. We both had the same quirky sense of humor and enjoyed the same activities and even shared a passion: salsa dancing. It was a constant joy fest when we were together. But, for various (and really, pretty lame) reasons he decided I was not the right one to marry and he just had to be married. Even though he admitted that he would never again meet anyone with whom he could have so much fun he cried out in pitifully: “I don’t want to have fun, I want to be happy!!” Oh-hhh-K.
Aftermath: He has now traded in joyfulness and fun for ho-hum mediocrity with a new lady. What he really needed is someone to control. That’s his idea of happiness.
best of sex
I broke up with my boyfriend for a number of reasons, which I clearly told him: 1) I didn’t love him anymore and 2) I had cheated on him the night before. His tearful response was, “We can still have sex, right?” Um, “No dude, we cannot, and by asking that question you just denied yourself that chance, which yes, probably would have happened.”
Aftermath: We did not have sex ever again, but there was one drunken make-out session many, many months later. He also went crazy and somewhat stalked me.
She came back from a summer in Ireland a completely different person. I said to her, “You used to love every moment together. You used to love every time I touched you. You don’t even want me to touch you anymore, do you?”
She screamed through a rush of tears, “No!”
Aftermath: I drank, did lots of drugs and messed around with other women for a whole year before converting back to my Catholic faith. Now I’m dating her roommate. I had a crush on her first, anyway.