He kissed me with passion.Oh, he liked you well enough, I suppose, but he wasn't a good guy. He was an evil selfish user -- and the most evil part is how he makes you feel that your own deficiencies are the cause of him deciding to move on to greener pastures. (Oh, yeah, he says there's no one else. Evil selfish users always say that.)
He spent the night and always insisted on breakfast the next morning.
He told me I looked beautiful often. . . .
He was simply, a good guy.
A good guy, who simply, didn’t like me.
You should go key his car and slash his tires. You'll feel better. Nothing says "closure" like a restraining order.
UPDATE: OMG, she's reduced to tears while watching West Wing re-runs and asking existential crap like:
What if the reason I haven’t had a long-term relationship here in DC isn’t because I haven’t found the right guy?This may be more serious than I thought. When a woman starts thinking like this, she's no less than 15 years away from being found dead, alone, in a house full of cats.
What if it is, simply, because I’m me?


