Postmortem Part 2- Serial Lover

Now I’m a nice person, but if someone fucks with me I’m not so nice. There are a few holes in my initial tale of the serial killer that I decided weren’t significant enough to mention in Part 1. This is the end and I’m alive, I think, but you learn from your mistakes in relationships and unfortunately it took me 2 years of casually dating an asshole to figure that out.

Sign 1- This asshole sleeps with stuffed animals. Knowing that he has some commitment issues and this behavior is weird, but continuing to see him was probably not the best idea.

So my 2 year night stand came to visit me at work and we went out for a drink. He took me by our first date and kissed me, which is weird because the last time we hung out he said he just wanted to be friends…

The part I never talked about was on our third date we met up with a girl he went to school with. She was kind of my friend, but she had stolen my best friend’s boyfriend and they’ve been together for like 3 years. I wasn’t concerned about this guy because she had a boyfriend and I was dating this guy. Well apparently he asked her for her phone number and asked her to grab coffee and she told me about it. I was upset obviously and he denied doing it.

Sign 2- It is important to note here that no matter how crazy the bitch is, she’s probably right. He’s probably a cheating asshole if he’s being accused of it.

So, when he kissed me by our first date spot I felt that he had changed his feelings. We went back to his place and we went to go to sleep and he said “where’s pooh bear?” Umm excuse me… he pulls my pillow from underneath me and I laughed because I thought it was joke. Nope. I wish I could say I walked out.

Later that week I told my close friend I went to school with I had seen him and she said “every time I hear his name I’m grossed out” and he said “probably because I hit on her one time.” I couldn’t believe it. I blocked his ass immediately.

Sign 3- it’s a 2 year stand for a reason. I should have stood up and treated guys the way they treated me. Fuckboys are always fuckboys.

I’m so over this story. I’m so over the fuzzy details. I’m so over being the nice girl.