I hate a sleep over. I barely sleep well with my giant dog moving around every once in a while through the night.. but I especially don’t sleep well with some giant, breathing, cold feet having, man forcing me into some form of little spoon.
I’m always big spoon with my dog. and unless you’re my boo.. I will keep it that way.
The Introvert is just too damn nice, y’all. Bought me groceries. cooked me dinner. probably will put together this damned shelf that I need a 2nd person for. He even made a dessert the night before in preparation for making me dinner. (It was alright.)
The thing that bugs me about him, is well.. everything. Once I know you’re reaching the end of your rope in our dating realm, I’m going to nitpick the hell out of you. It’s just in my nature. His laugh sucks, he eats squirrels, he regularly goes to things like a gun show, there’s something strange about his teeth that I can’t put my finger on..
And the kicker. In bed, which I realized I needed 3 bottles of wine to be able to even fathom fucking him.. err.. he’ll say “You’re so amazing! I’m crazy about you!”. and repeat it. along with my name. It grosses me out y’all. all WHILE we’re fucking. seriously?
So, goodbye Introvert. You had a good run. And take your vacuum cleaner with you. I’ll have to find another date that has a pickup truck to help my friends move.. and I’m going to stick to friends with helping me assemble furniture. Less messy that way.
Time to pass out on the couch with my dog. This seems to be a recurring theme with unwanted guests. But my sleep is precious. and my couch is pretty dope.
