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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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Dumped by a Loser
by Julie
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I had known Sean for a few years. He used to work at a local hipster bar that I'd frequented for years. At the time I met him, he had a girlfriend and I was married. Sometime over the last three years, Sean’s girlfriend kicked him out, and I had left my husband.
We pick up our story two months ago, when I ran into Sean at the bar where he now works as a barback (with aspirations to move up to bartender). I had been single for six months (from the 2nd post-marriage boyfriend), and he was also free. Chemistry was there. Saw him watching me. Asked him for his phone number. Like the idiot, however, that I can sometimes be when I’m drinking, I ended up going home with him. We were so sexually compatible that we began “dating,” which is a euphemism for what our relationship really consisted of: On weekends, I’d sit in the bar where he worked until it closed. He’d give me the keys to his apartment—the one he shares with two roommates—and I’d wait for him there. (He’s 32, by the way. I’m 35.) I’d get into “bed:” a twin-size futon on the floor, no sheets, one pillow between us. (No other furniture, really, except a set of wire shelves for his clothes, which were almost always in a dirty pile on the floor next to the futon.) We went out on maybe two actual dates, both of which were arranged by me.
I was aware that he was kind of a loser. Roommates, no college education, no ambition, no car! (“By choice!” he yelled at me when I addressed as a problem for me.) However, being a typical woman, I overlooked those things because I liked him (and, again, because of the sex). I also overlooked his rudeness, his poor conversational and social skills, and his constant use of the phrase “What the f*ck?” I overlooked his addiction to an on-line, role-playing video game.
However, I thought things were going well. He would send me text messages calling me “sweetheart,” and telling me he wished he were with me. He held me and said, “This is so nice,” and told me how incredible I was, how comfortable he felt with me. Like a dope, I believed him.
I hadn’t heard from Sean for five days. Finally, two days ago, I called him and confronted the situation. “What’s going on?” I don’t know,” is what I got, after a 30-second pause. Being skilled at pulling teeth, I was finally able to get him to talk, and here’s what he said: "This is getting too serious for me; I can't give you what you're looking for. I'm not in a position to be in a relationship right now. Maybe I'm fucked up. I have to sort some things out."
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!
Grow up! Get a real bed! Get a car!
This is actually a relief. The guy just stressed me out. It was all about the sex, but the feast had to end sometime. I’m just amazed that, for the first time in my life EVER being dumped, it was by this loser!
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