My girlfriend sent me the following e-mail early on and halfway through our relationship: "I never realized some things were important to me until we started dating. I know that if something is important to me, I should never think it is stupid. That being said, I would like to explain my thing about movies. I don't care for watching movies I have never seen before. I have a collection of comfort movies I have seen many times that I will watch. I realize this may sound strange to you, but as you know, I am a strange individual." Seriously. I never want to see Elizabethtown or Meet The Fockers ever again.
-Michael, Vancouver BC
One year for Christmas my (ex) boyfriend gave me "Snakes on a Plane" as a present. And nothing else.
Every girlfriend I have ever had has asked, "Am I your first girlfriend?" When I answer no, they all give me that "what a bunch of bullsh*t" laugh. Am I really that pathetic?
I was going out with a girl in 8th grade (or what was considered "going out" according to 8th graders) for a whole month. One day, she and I were talking on AIM after school and her best friend IMed me saying, "I don't know how to put this, but [she] doesn't want to go out with you anymore." I got dumped over the internet, by her best friend, while my girlfriend was online.
When I was 18, I found out first-hand how bad a woman's PMS could be. While we were on a date, my new girlfriend at the time started to burst into tears and went on a bitch fit in the middle of a crowded shopping mall. I spent over an hour calming her down and apologizing to her in front of hundreds of onlookers. All I did was tell her that I like her natural curly hair more than it straightened.
My friend's boyfriend of three years broke up with her by kicking her out of the guild on World of Warcraft.
I hooked up with this one girl who had a whole lot of girl enemies. Unfortunately, most of them were friends of mine, at least I thought they were. So things were good between my girl and I, and one night we were texting and she started sending me pics of her, the "only for your eyes" type of pics. That weekend we went to a party, and we hooked up, I left my cell phone on a table and we starting kicking it in another room. A week later I get a phone call from her mother, a VERY ANGRY mother, asking why the hell I was showing ALL of my friends the pics of her daughter in very provocative poses. Turns out my "friends," her enemies, sent the pics to their phones, and started showing everyone. Wind blew and her mother found out. I haven't seen her since.
During my first blowjob, my (now) ex-girlfriend stopped halfway through, walked into her room and started to cry.