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She turned to him and said “I don’t want to do this anymore”.
He thought for a moment, shrugged and walked out the door. And as he left, he felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.
He walked with a spring in his step for the 1st time in months, he practically floated down the road.
He knew she was watching from the doorway, seeing if he’d turn around or break down in the street and that made him laugh. He was glad she couldn’t see his face, let her have this moment of thinking she had pulled his world down.
As he rounded the corner, he was almost in tears of laughter.
He’d been considering ending this anyway, let’s face it. But her actions had allowed him to leave without feeling guilty for bringing it up.
It started as they all do.
Excitement, laughter, the finding out of things about a person that made it feel fresh and new. And finally seeing her in front of him naked, seeing if his imagination measured up to the reality.
All that good stuff.
But, as with every other time in the history of this race, it settled down into familiarity and comfort.
He knew her routines and words, how she would react to any given situation and to be honest, he was fed up with it.
So when she said she wanted to end it, he thought for a moment and walked.
And within 3 weeks of the end of “the most perfect thing in his life”, he was out with new women.
And they were just as important as the one that tried to finish him.
The only problem was, he had never really been that bothered about where he ended up in life, so anything that happened didn’t upset him too much.
Oh sure, he felt sad and quiet for a bit, but that was good for the soul. Those pangs of sadness really turned on the creative juices and he got endless mileage out of it, put it to good use and wrote that sweet stuff down in case he needed inspiration later.
He had a list of the best lies he’d ever heard and told:
It’s not you, it’s me
I just need space
Of course there’s nobody else
I’ll always think of you
You meant so much to me
This is complicated
You don’t understand
We’ll still be friends
No I’ve never felt like this before
If I could turn back the clock, I would
I didn’t mean to say those things
I understand
I’m not ready for anyone right now
Loveyoumissyoumeanitbye!
Let me explain, dear reader, what the honest truth was.
It doesn’t matter how nice you are, how well you can write or how easily it comes to express those things we all feel but mostly feel unable to express.
If you put anyone else but you first? You’ll end up sobbing like a baby and spewing out 2nd rate poetry to try and communicate how heavy and important it all meant to you and how you couldn’t possibly continue without that person.
When the truth is something quite different – you will cope, you will survive and you will move on.
So what do you do? What did he do?
He got that emotional deadweight out of his life raft, just tossed that stuff overboard and waited for something to rescue him.
And he was rescued.
Oh, but don’t think it was a fair maiden intent on seeing “the good inside” of him or any of that Hallmark crap.
No, he was saved by the knowledge that if you want to have fun, if you want to enjoy yourself? You have to stop lying to yourself about what you want from “life” and get out there and take it.
He wanted women.
Not just one, and not a soulmate that “understood where you come from”.
No, he wanted to sample it all, to live like a king and use that for good.
So, 3 weeks after walking away from 3 years of submission, humiliation and self-debasement, he strapped on his game face and went for it.
And he realised how stupid he had been to think about it like it meant anything.
It was easy to land them, there’s nothing to it.
They all want to hear the same thing, but don’t be too nice about it all or you’ll be seen as “a good friend”.
Nope, you have to pretend like you’re doing them a favour. Make them work for it, trust me on this, it’s better than chasing after them like a dog left at a campsite.
You don’t believe me? You want to write this off as bitter, angry revenge talk?
If that makes you comfortable then by all means put it down to that.
He had spent the weekend playing the game and he had won. No telephone number given afterwards, no promises of anything further.
He went out on Friday, drank the drink, voiced the script and left there Saturday afternoon.
Did the same on Sunday too with another one.
You’re still thinking this is just hurt and wounded inner-feelings of sorrow?
Ok, here’s how to do it:
Just say the right things, smile here, insert a joke there and by the end of the night with enough practice? You’re not spending the evening alone.
It’s like playing a video-game it’s that easy.
Really, it is.
Push the buttons and Open Sesame!
Confuse them with sex or the lack of it. Keep them guessing or once they think they have you figured out?
They’ll be onto the next.
Hey brother, don’t get angry at me for telling you the cold hard truth here.
I didn’t make the rules, I just play them better.
Try it, next time you fancy feeling like a god?
Studied indifference and nonchalance will beat emotive, timid little mortals every single time.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to write an email to another one telling them how much I enjoyed the weekend and how much fun they are/funny they are/interesting to talk to/good to be around/special I felt with them. (delete as applicable).
Sorry, what was that?
You thought this was going to be another one of those woeful and cringing missives about how lonely he is without her and how much he misses her?
Nope, this is nothing but the honest, brutal truth about men and women.
Oh now wait, obviously not *you* and your partner – she’s perfect.
I meant the other guy.
He thought for a moment, shrugged and walked out the door. And as he left, he felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.
He walked with a spring in his step for the 1st time in months, he practically floated down the road.
He knew she was watching from the doorway, seeing if he’d turn around or break down in the street and that made him laugh. He was glad she couldn’t see his face, let her have this moment of thinking she had pulled his world down.
As he rounded the corner, he was almost in tears of laughter.
He’d been considering ending this anyway, let’s face it. But her actions had allowed him to leave without feeling guilty for bringing it up.
It started as they all do.
Excitement, laughter, the finding out of things about a person that made it feel fresh and new. And finally seeing her in front of him naked, seeing if his imagination measured up to the reality.
All that good stuff.
But, as with every other time in the history of this race, it settled down into familiarity and comfort.
He knew her routines and words, how she would react to any given situation and to be honest, he was fed up with it.
So when she said she wanted to end it, he thought for a moment and walked.
And within 3 weeks of the end of “the most perfect thing in his life”, he was out with new women.
And they were just as important as the one that tried to finish him.
The only problem was, he had never really been that bothered about where he ended up in life, so anything that happened didn’t upset him too much.
Oh sure, he felt sad and quiet for a bit, but that was good for the soul. Those pangs of sadness really turned on the creative juices and he got endless mileage out of it, put it to good use and wrote that sweet stuff down in case he needed inspiration later.
He had a list of the best lies he’d ever heard and told:
It’s not you, it’s me
I just need space
Of course there’s nobody else
I’ll always think of you
You meant so much to me
This is complicated
You don’t understand
We’ll still be friends
No I’ve never felt like this before
If I could turn back the clock, I would
I didn’t mean to say those things
I understand
I’m not ready for anyone right now
Loveyoumissyoumeanitbye!
Let me explain, dear reader, what the honest truth was.
It doesn’t matter how nice you are, how well you can write or how easily it comes to express those things we all feel but mostly feel unable to express.
If you put anyone else but you first? You’ll end up sobbing like a baby and spewing out 2nd rate poetry to try and communicate how heavy and important it all meant to you and how you couldn’t possibly continue without that person.
When the truth is something quite different – you will cope, you will survive and you will move on.
So what do you do? What did he do?
He got that emotional deadweight out of his life raft, just tossed that stuff overboard and waited for something to rescue him.
And he was rescued.
Oh, but don’t think it was a fair maiden intent on seeing “the good inside” of him or any of that Hallmark crap.
No, he was saved by the knowledge that if you want to have fun, if you want to enjoy yourself? You have to stop lying to yourself about what you want from “life” and get out there and take it.
He wanted women.
Not just one, and not a soulmate that “understood where you come from”.
No, he wanted to sample it all, to live like a king and use that for good.
So, 3 weeks after walking away from 3 years of submission, humiliation and self-debasement, he strapped on his game face and went for it.
And he realised how stupid he had been to think about it like it meant anything.
It was easy to land them, there’s nothing to it.
They all want to hear the same thing, but don’t be too nice about it all or you’ll be seen as “a good friend”.
Nope, you have to pretend like you’re doing them a favour. Make them work for it, trust me on this, it’s better than chasing after them like a dog left at a campsite.
You don’t believe me? You want to write this off as bitter, angry revenge talk?
If that makes you comfortable then by all means put it down to that.
He had spent the weekend playing the game and he had won. No telephone number given afterwards, no promises of anything further.
He went out on Friday, drank the drink, voiced the script and left there Saturday afternoon.
Did the same on Sunday too with another one.
You’re still thinking this is just hurt and wounded inner-feelings of sorrow?
Ok, here’s how to do it:
Just say the right things, smile here, insert a joke there and by the end of the night with enough practice? You’re not spending the evening alone.
It’s like playing a video-game it’s that easy.
Really, it is.
Push the buttons and Open Sesame!
Confuse them with sex or the lack of it. Keep them guessing or once they think they have you figured out?
They’ll be onto the next.
Hey brother, don’t get angry at me for telling you the cold hard truth here.
I didn’t make the rules, I just play them better.
Try it, next time you fancy feeling like a god?
Studied indifference and nonchalance will beat emotive, timid little mortals every single time.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to write an email to another one telling them how much I enjoyed the weekend and how much fun they are/funny they are/interesting to talk to/good to be around/special I felt with them. (delete as applicable).
Sorry, what was that?
You thought this was going to be another one of those woeful and cringing missives about how lonely he is without her and how much he misses her?
Nope, this is nothing but the honest, brutal truth about men and women.
Oh now wait, obviously not *you* and your partner – she’s perfect.
I meant the other guy.
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Insane Bartender wrote:
>
> And Flanders, shut up. You're about as productive as a fingerless
> typist.
KL;EOPLK; MEREORPB P[ [P432 RLK;RL;FGP[
I wrote that with my fists :)
>
> And Flanders, shut up. You're about as productive as a fingerless
> typist.
KL;EOPLK; MEREORPB P[ [P432 RLK;RL;FGP[
I wrote that with my fists :)
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Hev2222 wrote:
> no we spoke about the previous thread. we never spoke about this.
> you have some serious issues. and i think i am standing in the way
> of
> them. so what would you say now if i said i'm leaving you because I
> cant take this anymore?
>
> No we spoke about these forums in general. If you can't take that I
> enjoy discussion on a public forum then perhaps you should leave.
> You're not standing in the way of anything, what IS standing in the
> way is your unending paranoia
>
> And Flanders, shut up. You're about as productive as a fingerless
> typist.
goodbye then.... there is nothing holding me back as I have no job.
> Hev2222 wrote:
> no we spoke about the previous thread. we never spoke about this.
> you have some serious issues. and i think i am standing in the way
> of
> them. so what would you say now if i said i'm leaving you because I
> cant take this anymore?
>
> No we spoke about these forums in general. If you can't take that I
> enjoy discussion on a public forum then perhaps you should leave.
> You're not standing in the way of anything, what IS standing in the
> way is your unending paranoia
>
> And Flanders, shut up. You're about as productive as a fingerless
> typist.
goodbye then.... there is nothing holding me back as I have no job.
Hev2222 wrote:
> no we spoke about the previous thread. we never spoke about this.
> you have some serious issues. and i think i am standing in the way of
> them. so what would you say now if i said i'm leaving you because I
> cant take this anymore?
No we spoke about these forums in general. If you can't take that I enjoy discussion on a public forum then perhaps you should leave. You're not standing in the way of anything, what IS standing in the way is your unending paranoia
And Flanders, shut up. You're about as productive as a fingerless typist.
> no we spoke about the previous thread. we never spoke about this.
> you have some serious issues. and i think i am standing in the way of
> them. so what would you say now if i said i'm leaving you because I
> cant take this anymore?
No we spoke about these forums in general. If you can't take that I enjoy discussion on a public forum then perhaps you should leave. You're not standing in the way of anything, what IS standing in the way is your unending paranoia
And Flanders, shut up. You're about as productive as a fingerless typist.
So this is where all the macho chest thumping stuff gets you IB.
So will the tag change tomorrow to Mr No Gonads !!!
So will the tag change tomorrow to Mr No Gonads !!!
Insane Bartender wrote:
> OK.
>
> We did actually talk about this last night, but as usual everything is
> in one ear and out the other.
>
> Fun.
no we spoke about the previous thread. we never spoke about this. you have some serious issues. and i think i am standing in the way of them. so what would you say now if i said i'm leaving you because I cant take this anymore?
> OK.
>
> We did actually talk about this last night, but as usual everything is
> in one ear and out the other.
>
> Fun.
no we spoke about the previous thread. we never spoke about this. you have some serious issues. and i think i am standing in the way of them. so what would you say now if i said i'm leaving you because I cant take this anymore?
OK.
We did actually talk about this last night, but as usual everything is in one ear and out the other.
Fun.
We did actually talk about this last night, but as usual everything is in one ear and out the other.
Fun.
Is this for real?
Very busted.
BUSTED!!!!!
Well, IB....
You know who I am... for people who dont, I am IB's current Girlfriend and have just stumbled on this thread, and some posts he has written in it. I am rather hurt by what you have written, and from what I brought up last night about a previous thread you wrote about a girl you get a lift home with from work.... I am wondering why you are going out with me!
All I can say to you is get a life! You were only going out with this girl for 2 months and that was like 4 years ago!!! Any normal person who have forgotten about her after 2 months. The way you go on about her makes me think you think about her everyday... probably more than you think of me. If I dumped you, would you be that suicidal??? I doubt it, and Ive been going out with you for a year and 3 months.
As for your second comment about looking at other girls and thinking ""cor, she'd do" and I have a little play about in my head what we'd do if left alone" well I just cant beleive what I am hearing! This has totally made me not trust you at all, and I now wonder why I am going out with you if you are thinking about doing stuff with other girls when you see a nice one!!
I think you need to get your priorities right and really think about if you want a girlfriend or not. You cannot possibly feel anything for me from what I have just read. and dont you dare say it was just a discussion topic because you didnt start this thread!!!!
Dont be suprised if I'm not home when you get home. I am upset and gob smacked by this and I dont know what to think about you now.
You know who I am... for people who dont, I am IB's current Girlfriend and have just stumbled on this thread, and some posts he has written in it. I am rather hurt by what you have written, and from what I brought up last night about a previous thread you wrote about a girl you get a lift home with from work.... I am wondering why you are going out with me!
All I can say to you is get a life! You were only going out with this girl for 2 months and that was like 4 years ago!!! Any normal person who have forgotten about her after 2 months. The way you go on about her makes me think you think about her everyday... probably more than you think of me. If I dumped you, would you be that suicidal??? I doubt it, and Ive been going out with you for a year and 3 months.
As for your second comment about looking at other girls and thinking ""cor, she'd do" and I have a little play about in my head what we'd do if left alone" well I just cant beleive what I am hearing! This has totally made me not trust you at all, and I now wonder why I am going out with you if you are thinking about doing stuff with other girls when you see a nice one!!
I think you need to get your priorities right and really think about if you want a girlfriend or not. You cannot possibly feel anything for me from what I have just read. and dont you dare say it was just a discussion topic because you didnt start this thread!!!!
Dont be suprised if I'm not home when you get home. I am upset and gob smacked by this and I dont know what to think about you now.
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