There was a common theme amongst most, and that was that so many were afraid of not just dying old and alone, but afraid of being alone at any stage of their life, some even for just five minutes.
I know you’re going to say I’m an idiot, but I thought the whole formal date thing was unnecessary, a step that has to be taken by dumb people who aren’t as good as I am in judging people’s characters.
You hurt him in the process because you’re only worrying about yourself. You don’t care if you lead him on or break his heart as long as yours isn’t breaking, and that’s the problem.
I’m not sure that I was ever a real player. I never played women, but I did play the game.
“Well, I got pregnant.”
We’ve only been kissing for about 0.2 seconds and your dick’s already whipped out, fully erect, ready to take off! Why, my friend?
Faking it gives very unreal expectations to your partner.
He only shows affection when it’s just the two of you. He does some cute shit and makes you laugh, but only in the privacy of the bedroom.
Who knows if he meant what he said when he was drunk, who knows if that sex meant anything, who even knows if he’s talking to someone else?? Maybe you’re not the only girl he’s ‘talking to’ but you can’t ask because once again that makes you look fucking CRAZY.
She couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up here; sitting on the floor between his legs and giving what felt like the world’s longest handjob.