yes, it makes them forget why they tried to break up and later on, I break up with them if I want to
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EVIL!!!
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I broke up with this one dude cuz he had a little wee wee. I did have a heart....I never told him why......he as the sweetest thing. I just knew that if I stayed with him, I would cheat. Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. | |
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Because he expected me to pay for his plane ticket. I aint payin' fo shit! If you can't make it out here then that's just too damn bad, I aint no muhfuggin welfare office ya nugget!
Ima miss that hair though...and those arms...and those tats. | |
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He wasn't very good at communicating and he was a workaholic and would never have much time to spend with me. I got sick of it and ended it. | |
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surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years... | |
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OMG how did i miss that post? | |
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Now see...that is a truly cheap muhfugga....he definitely had nothing to offer.....next he was gonna ask you to cover meals and throw in some gov't cheese...... Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. | |
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I thik its like exponential athletes foot....his 2 baby toes were gone...gray and black scab looking things were where they used to be Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. | |
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So now I know the truth. its YOUR fault I met my husband......you coulda warned a sista........ Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. | |
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Okra dick.... dismissed, in the most polite and swift way possible.
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That's it! No more OKRA for you!!!!
I swear...if that were me, I would have let out a blood curdling scream.......he had an okra freddy krueger looking thing... Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. | |
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My ex didn't like the part time job i do. She would get jealous and possessive. Prince M&M people are as mad as a bag of sparrows. Fact. | |
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Did you tend bar, work in a women's lingerie shop, strip? Inquiring minds.... | |
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Mental and Physical abuse ... 3 cracked ribs and tossed off a deck was THE very last straw
I was 19
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... [Edited 11/1/10 6:37am] and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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It's been years since I dumped somebody! But basically, I think the last real dump happened around 2000? I had broken up with a longer term boyfriend, and bounced back with a hot new boyfriend that was the result of a whirlwind romance.
This brotha was so incredibly fine. Imagine Hill Harper, but a little darker. He was coffee colored, perfect smile, and built like a greek statue.
He was Muslim, and as a practicing Unitarian at the time, it certainly wasn't an issue, until he tried to do things like forbid me from drinking my traditional Veuve Cliquot I received every time I closed a job freelancing at Italian Elle after working for a demanding editor. The VC was always my boss's thank you card for working hard and putting up with her temper tantrums for days on end. These shoots would have us working our butts of for about 10 days straight, constantly on charter flights, always moving from location to location, there were times I would wake up in hotels and not even remember where we were because we were so engrossed in shooting, shooting shooting, and I was working for a screaming maniac (who looks like Sarah Jessica Parker). Couple that with being not only the wardrobe chick, but being the person who was literally responsible for carrying her purse...yes, that's right, her personal bag. Not just out of some skewed sense of loyalty (because assistant anything jobs in the arts are actually incredibly co-dependent, see Bravo's "Flipping Out" or " The Zoe Project)... I had to have that purse attached to me 24-7 because she always carried about $20,000 cash in it, to pay off our shooting expense bills each day and at the end of the shoot, and it also contained all the receipts and model pay vouchers... at the end of the job, she always hugged me and kissed me like an Italian momma before she would leave for the airport, and after she would hand me my pay envelope she would always give me that black & yellow box of champagne. This fool lover of mine came to visit me during one of my shoots, and just as I was ready to break open my bubbly on the terrace after a shower and watching the sunset, he told me that if I opened it and took even one sip he would leave and never forgive me...and this was in the hotel room that I was paying for for him as a vacation gift!
He also thought that the way to make up or communicate during or after a disagreement was to drop everything and have sex. Mind you, the lovemaking was good, but er, umm he thought that he could persuade me to do whatever he wanted via sex alone, and not by actually trying to solve issues...I believe the term they use nowadays is dickmatize: The man tried (in vain) to dick-matize me.
The last thing which ticked me off is that on finding that my ex-boyfriend was a relatively successful songwriter , he casually said to me in conversation that wouldn't it be great vengeance for me if we "took him": I was like, "take him where???"
He sure was was fine as hell, though. Just with a deceptive character, unevolved communication skills and stinky feet. | |
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Wait, is Okra Dick the same as Mr. Caulifower Dick??? The one where when you saw it you ran out his house without your shoes??? | |
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Gurlll, if I could time travel I would gladly go back to that night and help stomp the shit out of him for you...and I would bring the rest of the org Kick-Ass-Chicks Posse with me, too . | |
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not really, I've only HAD 2 proper boyfriends | |
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Oh no, that's not a cauliflower ding-ding...I've SEEN a cauliflower ding-ding. surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years... | |
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Yes! SCNDLS named him "cauliflower pants"... damn shame He's the one that I ran outta his crib with out my purse and bare feet. Thank goodness he brought my purse to me... all the sudden I remembered the 1,000,001 things I had to do. I was a FAST talker that day! | |
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I am so happy you were strong enough to break away and live a happy and safe life full of love.
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That is one of THE top ten date stories in the history of the Org, it was the date where you say "I need to get away from here at ALL costs"! | |
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I did okay | |
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Fuel for the fire ~ a better life was the only way | |
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Last one I dumped when I was just getting to know him. I was leery at first because he's a cop and that kind of creeped me out but I gave him a chance. I told him I wanted to take things REALLY slow, my life is still complicated with my ex and I have a lot on my plate. All I meant was he spends a lot of time here helping out with the kids so I can take care of my terminally ill mother who lives with me. He was cool for about a year of on and off casual dates until this weekend when he snapped.
Convinced I'm not with him because I'm waiting for my ex, he emails him and the chippie my ex is seeing. He told my him to leave me alone so he can "have" me
After increasingly disturbing emails to my ex professing his love for me, threats of removing him from the picture. He was instantly dumped, did it by email and got a restraining order today.
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