I met this boy September 4th, it is now November 5th. i swore he was the cutest boy i've ever seen, and god did i make an effort to talk to him. I landed that hoe. We talked all night, then i got his number, blah blah blah. he said goodnight to me almost every single night for about two months, and inbwteeen that, we shared the same twin XL bed whenever we could. I taught him how to kiss, he met my friends, spoke everyday, whatever.
background: he has 100 liked songs on spotify, isn't too well versed in media, didnt really drink before college, hadn't done much sexual stuff either. which is fine, i never mind learning with someone. I just knew it wouldnt last forever, as i prefer my boys a little more television/movies/music oriented.
basically, i smoke weed ONCE!!!!!! ONCE!!!!! AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE IT!!!!!! I NEVER HAVE!!!!
that just sent this man over the goddamn edge and on one specific wednesday, he sent me this long ass paragraph saying he wouldnt wanna talk to me anymore whether i liked weed or not (which i made very clear i didnt). i told him "please talk to me in person idc what time it is, i just don't wanna do this over text". NOTHIN! he still texts me evil stuff!!
please tell me why i would wanna take a chance on a pussy when i already have my own, bitch. anyway. one thing led to another and now i will never speak to him again. i cried for a good long bit, more than a girl like me should, and i would rather not do that ever again.
