3 point essay -entitled "that guy"

Obviously, it turns out the sweet guy you pretend to be doesn't exist. Really, you just act sweet, like taking a girl out on dates, opening her door, buying her things, etc, simply because it inflates your ego.You want to be that guy because it makes you feel like a man. You think dating you is such a privilege that it could never be the other way around, and you'll take every chance you can get to reassure yourself of that. Because of that, I break up with you, then because your ego is in such shock you do everything you can to win me back, just so you can go on doing the same bullshit, quelling your thirst to act too-cool-for-school. Some fucking mistake I took giving you the benefit of the doubt.


You break up with me on valentine's day. While doing so you act sarcastic about it. "i hope you find someone that doesn't rub your stomach..." -why was that necessary?! How does a guy make a girl cry and sit there in front of her face and act sarcastic about it? Any real man will try to make a girl feel better when she cries, regardless of the situation. And in most cases, you may have. But you're true colors have never been so vibrant. You get left a sweet valentine's gift on your car despite being such a dick, and later you call nonchalantly when its convenient for you with no apologies or heartfelt thank yous. There's no question as to why you can't keep a decent girl around. I still stand up for you when everyone around me continuously to tells me to walk away. What a complete idiot I must be.


In fact, lets talk about me a little bit. I have done NOTHING less than respect your feelings and try to understand your convoluted cock of a brain. You told me that I was your rock. In fact..that was one of the best moments/feelings I have ever experienced. I wanted to be the one that you could depend on. I wanted to be the one that you ran with at the gym. I was ready to be yours, fully. I, unlike most people in your life, don't talk out of my ass for the hell of it. And I think it's necessary for you to understand that you fucked up. I know that I had cold feet, and I know I couldn't express why. However, I know where my feelings are at this point.



Luckily for my sake, I can't possibly be emotionally invested you, thank god, and this is why. Obviously if you had any regret or any want to remain in contact with me in any way whatsoever, you would be doing everything you could to show me you are remorseful. As if it would make any difference if you did, there is no excuse. But you aren't. Because you don't care. So for the record, you made that message loud and clear. And in response, fuck you. I deserve better than you, and it won't be difficult to find.



You are lucky that this is as confrontational as I may get. I wouldn't want to feel as if I were wasting my efforts on such an arrogant prick. I will not allow myself to get walked over like a door mat. There was nothing holding me back from publicly castrating other than my own decency. In fact, I was holding others back. You told me that I broke your heart. GOOD. Until yesterday, I may have thought otherwise. I may have actually believed all the kind words we've exchanged.


You can't turn a whore to a housewife.
You truly are, THAT guy.