tales of woe regarding men. of that i have many. men indeed are bastards (well, they're good for one thing mind u). anyway. my first tale invovles my recent ex.
it was a monday night, it would have been our 2 year anniversary on the wednesday. discussions about how we would celebrate were being had. he decided he would rather go out with his work mates as the anniversary wasn't that important, it was only i who thought it was. slight nagging from me ensued and he decided to to tell me that he doesn't love me that much anymore. that perhaps he never really loved me like i love him. he apparantly never got butterflies in his tummy etc etc when thinking of me. he did at the beginning but that faded fast. but he tells me he did have these feelings with previous girlfriends. nice, eh! so i asked is there really any point then. expecting him to say "yes, we will work at it". but, er, he said "no". and that was that. 2 years down the fucking plug hole. no proper explanation, no lets work on, no lets talk it through, no lets start again, go out on a date and rekindle things. the fucker.
he came over to pick some stuff up and was in and out the door in 3 and a half minutes (yes, i timed it). no contact since, no happy xmas, no happy new year. and men wonder why we think they are bastards!!