In summer 2011, I dated a guy named Jay. For FOUR DAYS. Isn't that fucking great?
I met Jay through Joanna, Lola, and Kelsey. We all went out to dinner one night, and their friend Kayla and her ex-boyfriend joined us at the restaurant. Kayla and Jay were still best friends, even though they were not dating anymore.
Anyway, there were instant sparks between me and Jay as soon as we made eye contact across the table. Me, Joanna, and Lola were throwing a party that night at our apartment, and I invited Jay to come along.
At the party, Jay and I danced a lot and ended up kissing. After awhile, he and I retired to my bedroom and began exploring each other.
Jay told me that he liked how I told him what I liked and what I didn't. When I told him that it hurts me when a guy uses lots of pressure on my clitoris, he came up with a creative solution and fingered me through my panties.
Oh. My. God. That was pretty mind-blowing.
I also told him that I had never reached the Big O before. Jay responded by saying, "Well Veronica, I can't wait to explore you. You're so hot. I will do whatever it takes to get you to that point."
The next day, Jay asked me out on a date. We went to an Italian restaurant and split a pizza. Afterward, we went for coffee and talked. We had a great time, and we had a lot of common interests. It was the start of a great relationship, or so I thought.
Two days later, it was the Summer Solstice; I had originally planned a party for that day, but I ended up canceling it because I twisted my ankle on the way home from work. Jay came over to my apartment and was being very sweet, getting me something to drink as I was icing my ankle, and giving me a shoulder massage. We watched a movie, and then he asked me to play my viola for him.
Then, we ended up having sex, and after that was when everything went wrong.
Jay said, "Veronica, I have to break up with you. My dick doesn't work around you, and I feel like my body is trying to tell me something."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Everything had been going so well that I was shocked by his announcement.
And okay, I knew that guys thought with their dicks, but I didn't realize that they use their dicks as DECISION MAKING TOOLS. What a fucking asshole. So much for his promise to "do everything possible to help me reach the Big O."
Jay: I know you're gonna cry. I can stay here and cry with you. Me and Kayla have crying parties all the time together.
Suck it Jay. I have no interest in participating in some fuck-ass ritual that you do with your ex-girlfriend.
Needless to say, I was devastated. And extremely pissed off. While I admit that what he did was better than leading me on, it still really sucked. He made me feel like he only used me for sex, even though he took me out on a date and was interested in my life. He made me feel like I was unattractive and/or that I wasn't good at sex, because he said his dick didn't work around me, even though he kept telling me how hot he thought I was. He made me think that all men are evil, and that they make girls think that they are actually interested in dating them only so that they could have sex.
A few days later, at work, my coworker Carl noticed the change in me.
Carl: Yo Veronica. Where did the mouth come from? You're making me uncomfortable.
Well, Carl, and everyone else, I now talk like a dirty sailor. This is the reason why.
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