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thepnutgalleryMade a very generalized post on the struggle I keep having in my relationships. Namely that my partners don't want me. I was worried in posting it that I would get a bunch of syrupy sympathy or vitriol on my behalf, but for the most part, people had a ton of interesting theories. I have good friends.
I felt much better until the afternoon when Warren posted to the Play Group of someone's feet over his shoulders, his perfect butt poised to thrust into them. It was that same weird mix of desire and loathing I always have when I think of my partners fucking other people. At his Uncle's house in Chula Vista, my fan next to him. I should probably have commented literally anything else, but instead I just pointed out the he needed to get that back to me. He said he'd return it in the evening.
Somewhere between "we might talk/fuck" and "I refuse to let this man see how disgusting I've let my apt become," I cleaned after work. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, bathroom, mopping. Everything. All done, I waited to hear from him. And waited. And waited. I finally texted him at 9, he said he'd come by at 10, I could just leave my door unlocked. No - I lock my door at night. He came by at 9:30, dropped it off, gave me a mocking(?) smile and left. I came really close to calling out after him, but I don't know what I was going to say. More worryingly, he's got that coldness to him, and I'd rather not be on the receiving end of it right now.
I felt much better until the afternoon when Warren posted to the Play Group of someone's feet over his shoulders, his perfect butt poised to thrust into them. It was that same weird mix of desire and loathing I always have when I think of my partners fucking other people. At his Uncle's house in Chula Vista, my fan next to him. I should probably have commented literally anything else, but instead I just pointed out the he needed to get that back to me. He said he'd return it in the evening.
Somewhere between "we might talk/fuck" and "I refuse to let this man see how disgusting I've let my apt become," I cleaned after work. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, bathroom, mopping. Everything. All done, I waited to hear from him. And waited. And waited. I finally texted him at 9, he said he'd come by at 10, I could just leave my door unlocked. No - I lock my door at night. He came by at 9:30, dropped it off, gave me a mocking(?) smile and left. I came really close to calling out after him, but I don't know what I was going to say. More worryingly, he's got that coldness to him, and I'd rather not be on the receiving end of it right now.
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