rockinricky

I broke up with my girlfriend last night. I hate that shit, it always makes me feel like a bad guy. The thing that made it easy was the fact that she's really naive. It is very easy for me to put words in her mouth. I left her a bread trail and she followed it. So I'm not an asshole, and she still wants to tattoo me.

So here's the story that goes along with it:
After our conversation, I kissed her forehead and left her at her apartment. I went home to watch the Colts rape the Saints. During that time she calls me three times with nothing to say. She called me the fourth time to tell me she was piss drunk, downtown, and that she lost her keys . . . I'm like what the fuck??!! This is the shit I wanted to try to get away from in the first place. I get frustrated and she hangs up on me,
To make a long story short, she took a cab home, called to beg me to come over, I told her to go to sleep. I woke up early this morning, picked her up and took her to her car. She didn't remember most of the night, and was thoroughly embarrassed.

After all that, I am reassured that I had made the right decision.