Currently listening to: Alejandro – Lady Gaga
I know that we are young
And I know that you may love me
But I just can’t be with you like this anymore
Luis was the first and last Mexican dude I’ve dated. Not to brag but my Spanish was better than his and his mother loved me for that. We were at uni and he was studying engineering. He was the one who pursued me and TBH, I thought it would have been…fun. Little did I know that his charm would eventually start to wear thin.
Things shifted dramatically when I invited him on a trip to Chicago to meet my friends. I discovered his excessive flirting with my girlfriends, who, let’s be real, are fucking gorgeous. So this was how it was going to be…I see you.
I’m a sexual person…this doesn’t necessarily translate that I am affectionate, quite the contrary (with him). Sometimes, we’ll have sex and then I’ll kick him out of my apartment soon after. He had to go because I had a lot of things I had to do. School was competitive and I was also working, so my time was limited.
One day, during one of our casual chats, he had the audacity to suggest that I was too sexual and said, “You need Jesus”. Really? 개새끼! This is coming from a guy who masturbates into a jar of mayonaise. Yes. Mayonaise. insert the Mayonaise song by Smashing Pumpkins. He knew how I was, he knew exactly what he was getting himself into and still chose to chase me around.
I wanted to punch him in the throat for his holier-than-thou attitude, but instead, I sweetly told him to go home because I was tired, which was code for “I’m done here”. 꺼 the fuck 져. From that moment on, I started feeling a certain way about him. Everything about him bothered me. How he smelled. His body odor. How his stupid hair looked. The fact that he was even breathing the air around me bugged the shit out of me. I couldn’t even look at him anymore.
Spoiler alert: I broke up with him. As fast as I can fall in “like” with someone, I can just as quickly fall out of “like” too.
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