I've got mLTR's and I usually run a tight ship. At least I thought. This one 19 y.o German au pair I dug out during my 6 month stint in the devil anus (DC) and I were in a relationship since March or so. I'm glad I met her actually, because she was hotter and cooler than any American white chick I could have gotten in DMV. Anyway, I moved back to Europe last month and after a few weeks of daily phone chats and I miss you's, she went silent for a whole weekend. I knew something was up, and waited until Monday to call her. At first she told me she was drunk and didn't know wtf happened, woke up next to some random DC douche, half naked and shit. She said she doesn't remember what happened but thinks nothing happened because she still had her panties on. I call bullshit on that, asked her what the dude's name was and said we needed to call the police cause it sounded like she got raped. She fell for it, and a couple days later she eventually came clean and told me they did in fact have sex, she remembers it and feels so bad and doesn't know why she did it. She's crying, apologizing, giving me daily sob stories about how stupid she is and sorry she is for doing that. I got tired of making her apologize and thinking to myself this isn't half as bad as the shit I'm doing to her every weekend, I decide to let it ride and stay with her, on the condition that she makes me numero uno in her life. I'm talking phone calls, texts, everything without me having to ask. She said cool, but went out the very next weekend at the same damn club because her friend was going back to Germany and she "had" to go. She kept in pretty constant contact, but something was different. She was colder, less engaging. A few weeks later (this morning actually) before work, I call her (she's been ignoring me still for the past 2 weeks) and she tells me she thinks she doesn't wanna see me anymore. She says I'm too controlling now that I don't trust her, and things just aren't the same between us. She's actually right about that. I haven't been the same with her since she cheated on me. I turned into a fucking wuss, being that needy guy I haven't been in a while. But I had grown such an attachment to the pussy that I coveted it and felt like I needed to protect it. For me, it's a thin line between being a cool ladies man and that needy wuss. All it takes is a hot girl with a pretty snatch to get me hooked and needy. I need to work on that.
I know I shouldn't care, especially since I have an 18 y.o virgin in the stable now, plus various other early to mid twenty somethings, but it still hurts you know. Getting cheated on never feels good. Even though we reject people all the time, it still hurts when we get rejected ourselves. It's human nature. I talked about this with my sister and she recommended I turn over a new leaf and become a monogomous chode who writes love poems and pays girls electricity bills and shit. I love her but she can't help but give me horrible dating advice. She's an American chick. I asked her what if I decided to be that guy for this relationship that just ended? For all this chick knew up until 2 weeks ago, I was Carlton fucking Banks. I was a clean cut, nerdy guy who called and texted her every other day, never cheated, and made all these plans for shit for us to do once she gets back to Germany. And she STILL cheated on me lol. What if I was REALLY that guy? I'd feel like such a terrible fucking loser right now, and I'd be woman-less and furiously beating off like a chode. No way, fuck that. I'm glad I've got a plan B, C and D. Any man with a damn head on his shoulders would too. And it hurts and she's a bitch and all that, but I ain't gonna hate her for getting her game on. In fact, I still wanted to keep the shit going until she eventually told me she can't see me anymore because something has changed in her lol. Whateva. To kinda save face during my exit, I came clean and told her about the girls that I fucked too, but just in the two weeks that's past since she cheated on me (I don't think she could handle any more). She had the nerve to get pissed and say she's glad I told her, and to never talk to her again. Before that, we would have broken up with me being holding the bag like a fucking loser cry-baby asking her why she doesn't wanna see me anymore. Instead, she realizes that although I never truly had her, she also never truly had me.
I know I shouldn't care, especially since I have an 18 y.o virgin in the stable now, plus various other early to mid twenty somethings, but it still hurts you know. Getting cheated on never feels good. Even though we reject people all the time, it still hurts when we get rejected ourselves. It's human nature. I talked about this with my sister and she recommended I turn over a new leaf and become a monogomous chode who writes love poems and pays girls electricity bills and shit. I love her but she can't help but give me horrible dating advice. She's an American chick. I asked her what if I decided to be that guy for this relationship that just ended? For all this chick knew up until 2 weeks ago, I was Carlton fucking Banks. I was a clean cut, nerdy guy who called and texted her every other day, never cheated, and made all these plans for shit for us to do once she gets back to Germany. And she STILL cheated on me lol. What if I was REALLY that guy? I'd feel like such a terrible fucking loser right now, and I'd be woman-less and furiously beating off like a chode. No way, fuck that. I'm glad I've got a plan B, C and D. Any man with a damn head on his shoulders would too. And it hurts and she's a bitch and all that, but I ain't gonna hate her for getting her game on. In fact, I still wanted to keep the shit going until she eventually told me she can't see me anymore because something has changed in her lol. Whateva. To kinda save face during my exit, I came clean and told her about the girls that I fucked too, but just in the two weeks that's past since she cheated on me (I don't think she could handle any more). She had the nerve to get pissed and say she's glad I told her, and to never talk to her again. Before that, we would have broken up with me being holding the bag like a fucking loser cry-baby asking her why she doesn't wanna see me anymore. Instead, she realizes that although I never truly had her, she also never truly had me.