When To Break Up.
Stamped: March 27th, 2007 | Toggle Similar
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It's always nice to hear stories about other people's mistakes.
Right?
Once I was dating this guy and I decided to surprise him one night. I put on a sexy little black corset and thigh-hi stockings with garters, and heels. I covered myself up with a long trench coat and headed out of my apartment to catch a cab to his West Village walk-up.
We had talked earlier in the evening and he said that he didn't have any plans. He wanted me to come over and hang out. I was planning on going to a show with friends but it fell through so I reckoned that if I couldn't be at the show I wanted to go to, I might as well have some fun sex.
So I hailed a cab and headed west. I buzzed his door and I was very excited walking up the stairs. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I showed up.
He opens the door and I greet him with a coy smile. I then discover that he has three friends over and they are all smoking out of a bong . Billy Joel played in the background and I made a little note to self to start dating guys who weren't born in the same decade as my father.
He welcomed me in and made introductions and then he tried to take my coat. Before I could stop him he'd slid it off my shoulders and I was standing in my sexy little outfit in front of four stoned middle aged guys.
"Oh, um, hi," I said.
After a long silence one of the friends stood up and was like, "Well, I'm going to be going." The other friends followed suit. And what does the guy I'm dating say?
"Guys–I thought we were going to watch a movie."
I'm just standing here half naked the entire time. I look down at my fabulous outfit and then around the room at guys who were probably really hot before the second marriage and the cocaine.
"Yeah–you guys should watch a movie. I'm going to go. I actually just stopped by the say hello. I'm on my way to meet a friend." I moved to get my coat.
"A friend?" One of the guys inquired.
"Yes. My pimp. Bye you guys."
And I left.
I got out to the street and as I buttoned up my trench, I debated crying or laughing. I'd just shown up in a Fuck Me outfit and the man I'd been seeing almost exclusively for two months wanted to watch a movie with his friends instead of accepting what I'd just dropped into his lap.
He called about five minutes later, after I was already back in a cab and heading down Varick Street. Come back, he says, you looked great, I was kidding about the movie. The calls and texts continued for another hour or so and I didn't pick up.
Unfortunately, I'm a one-strike kind of girl. I've tried the whole, "Let's give them another chance" game. But I never give them another chance if I'm sensing they're not that into me. And when a guy still wants to watch a movie with his friends after I show up with the clear intention of allowing him to put his penis into my vagina, I get a real big sense of "He's not that into you Brandy."
So that's when you know when to break up.
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Bravo! Oh well. I’ve learned that lesson of letting a guy go whether I want to or not as soon as I see he’s “just not that into” me anymore. They can come up with a million different reasons why they said or did this and that, but if they’re just not into me it just shows. The so-called signs are all there.
As if a grown “man” sitting at home with three friends smoking out of a bong while Billy Joel plays is really a great choice. LOL Chances are he wouldn’t have done you justice in such a hot outfit anyway!
Good move. I hate dumbasses like that who try miserably to cover up their mistakes.. He obviously wasnt kidding imo.
You rocked with that attitude!