… Because I also have girl problems and therefore empathize with you. Not really problems, actually, more like a motherfucking annoyance.
Summary of the Situation:
So I recently broke up with my girlfriend, right, or rather she recently broke up with me because of some fucking ridiculous reason I didn’t understand at first and haven’t tried to since then, because that shit really didn’t make any fucking sense and I couldn’t be bothered.
Then she said she wanted to be friends. So I laughed really hard, then said “excuse me, I’ll be right back”.
I came back with a little red bag. I handed that little red bag to her. She asked “what is this bag all about”. I replied, “I went down the road and got you some marbles, because clearly you have fucking lost all of yours”. I think this shit is exceptionally funny and spend loads of time laughing. She’s all like “yo, what the fuck son, I’m trying to have a serious conversation here. Really, I want us to be friends”.
So I excuse myself to go to look in the mirror and come back. She asks me what was that about. I said “well, I had to go and look in the mirror, because clearly you think I look like a pussy. So I had to go and see for myself. And no, I don’t think I look like a pussy”. She starts getting upset.
I say, “Our sex life has been like the Mass Effect games. I can only get pussy when there is a serious possibility that the world may end the following day. This is fucking bullshit. And now you want me to listen to your problems and ask you how your day is going and other boring and inane shit, without even the slim chance of getting pussy? Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? Also, where the fuck is my Full Metal Alchemist plushie? I’m getting the fuck out of here”.
I and departed with certainty and alacrity. Like a fucking boss.
Postmortem Analysis:
I think I keep ending up in these prolonged sexless encounters because I have a pathological attraction to virginal girls with almost iron clad, airtight, hermetically sealed morals and shit. Which is fucking counter intuitive, because really I’m mostly interested in the fucking. But I am scared to death of sticking my dick in some place where too many other dicks of been. Possibly because I can’t fucking grow up.
My therapist says I’m scared of unfamiliar territory and scared of comparing myself. In reply I asked her what the fuck was wrong with if her and then asked if her fucking degree was accredited. She referred me to another therapist.
Disclaimer: Don’t know how much I embellished with that marble shit, sometimes, when I’m high, I find it difficult to differentiate between what happened, and what i thought happened. I like to make a game of it though.
Further Inquiries:
Serious inquiry time: How feasible is this friends after end of relationship shit? I know this must be an age old question, but seriously, what is the point of that shit? Doesn’t that just frustrate you and make you think “why am I not getting the pussy?”.
What is the benefit to it? It seems like it’s fucking absurd, but many people do it, so there must be a motherfucking reason.