Ok, what the hey? I was in bed enjoying my newfound peace and good mood after Eddie did me a solid and fucked my brains out. He enjoyed it, too. I was cracking up watching Family Guy and decided since I was in a distinctly uneedy mood, I’d text Dominic and see what his deal was. I wanted to know why he would call me everyday, but never mention sex. I knew, after some experience with this thing, approaching the subject head on would be counter productive. Men are primed to overreact to such questions by running as fast as they can before the conversation can even begin.
I don’t deny that many young women fall for guys they previously swore they wouldn’t fall for. Sex and companionship can lead to love. But I think guys just love to jump the gun on this one. I imagine it must feel great to reject someone for letting their emotions get out of control because your dick is so magical. I thought I’d try a new maneuver.
I had to figure a way to short circuit the bs. So I decided to text: “Do I need to find a new fb?” He replied “What do you mean?”. I texted back “You’ve been unavailable lately, I thought maybe you reached your fuck limit with one girl and I should move on”. I thought that was pretty brilliant.
Nope. He was gonna do this thing no matter what. He was primed, loaded and ready to fire. He immediately came out with “I’m not that kind of guy, I told you in the beginning that I don’t want a relationship. If we are friends, I shouldn’t have to call you every day. That’s what you do in a relationship.” The speed with which he sent that text told me he had that little zinger in his pocket just waiting. In fact, it was an attachment, probably saved in his phone, for just such an occasion. Pissed me off like you would not believe.