I was spinning a plate named Sally last year.
Sally was a looker. Sally fucked me whenever I wanted, cooked me dinner and canceled other plans to spend time with me.
We had been seeing each other for around 3 months and I found her femininity endearing.
One night, while we were hanging out at my place, she reached deep in her purse as she said, “I got you something for Christmas.”
She handed me a small package and looked on in anticipation of what I would do next.
“Thanks, that’s awesome!” I said as I walked across the room and put it under my sarcastic joke of a Christmas tree.
I had not gotten her a gift as we had only been fucking for a few months and it would be absolutely ridiculous to buy her anything.
I also wasn’t going to open it in front of her because, “I have to wait until Christmas morning to open presents, silly.”
I walked back over and kissed her.
As I began to escalate, I felt a hard object under her bra that felt like a stone of some kind.
Sally was in fact, the type of girl who believed in the magic power of trinkets and stones, so I pulled back and looked at her inquisitively.
Her facial tone had changed to nervous.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She looked at me with puppy dog eyes...........like abused puppy dog eyes.
“What is it?” I asked.
“..........are you still fucking other girls?”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I’m not NOT fucking other girls”
Her eyes teared up.
“What’s wrong girl?”
“It’s just, I have feelings for you......and I’m not fucking other guys because I want to be with you. And you don’t feel that way about me. That’s how it’s supposed to work. If you feel that way about somebody, then you don’t want to be with other people.”
“Hmmmmm” I said with an intrigued tone.
“Sally, guys and girls are different. I’m really enjoying the time we’re spending together but I’m a guy and I have no desire to stop fucking other girls at this point. We have only been seeing each other for a few months. That’s not long enough in my opinion, to really get to know someone like that.”
With a sulk she said, “I understand.”
“Do I not spend some quality time with you and have a good god damn time doing it? I’m not sure what you’re concerned about.” I said.
I resumed kissing her.
She stopped me.
“I can’t have sex with you tonight because I have to go home because I have work in the morning and I can’t have sex with someone if I’m not staying the night.”
“.......ok babe, I’ll walk you out”
She looked deflated.
I walked her to the door and kissed her like it was the last time I would ever see her.
I closed the door and waited patiently to see what happened next.
Get ready for the shocker.....
That was it.
She never contacted me again. I never contacted her again. And all is well in the universe.
I moved forward living my life exactly how I wanted to.
No commitment. Lifting weights. Making money. Spinning plates. Having great experiences.
I never posted on askTRP looking for advice on what to say or do to bring her back into my life.
Honestly I haven’t really given it any thought until right now. There are a million other ways I’ve been spending my time.
Sure, maybe I could have handled the moment differently and kept her spinning for a bit longer, but it was already in the past.
Plates break. Lessons get learned. Life goes on.
Until next time, keep it classy guys.