He knocked on my door. He looked annoyed and kinda bored.
My dog is completely untrained and really hyper. She expects when he comes over he will play with her for a bit. He just stood there, though, waiting…..
He asked for his house key back. She barked. I gave him his key and coat and his shorts. I attempted to hug him. I thought maybe in the future we could be friends. I don’t know why… Its the polite thing to do.
He stiffened and seemed more like a caged animal than a man.
There will be no future friendship, that much is clear.
We stood stiffly, staring at each other across a gulf. He grabbed the door knob and was gone.
There was nothing left, I guess.
Oddly enough, I’m fine. And as much as he told me that he would be alone with nothing but a Fleshlight while I went to parties and found someone else, I don’t feel guilty.
He’s free to find someone that he’s compatible with.
His kinks are on my hard limit list unless it’s role play. I don’t like camping and guns and Donald Trump. I don’t want cats everywhere. I don’t want to argue.
I’m sure he’s a great guy for someone. I’m not her.
I refuse to feel guilty about that.