I asked for them, she dropped them off.

It's over.

She's moved on and she's getting fucked by Couch Boy.

We spent three years together, every day, but when I look back I see the lack of emotional depth with this girl.

Our conversations never really deviated from "day to day" topics or joking around. I would be the one to bring up "feelings" -- she never would.

She's a cold, stiff person who really finds a lot of fulfillment in day-dreaming and single-serving friends at work.

Beyond that... you'll never get much warmth or empathy out of her.

In my life with her, she'd usually just make jokes or cracks about sad events or people getting hurt or dying, like on the TV news. No empathy.

Once, when she was starting to talk to Couch Boy, I caught her on Facebook chatting with him and she protested, "I CARE ABOUT MY COWORKERS!"

No, she doesn't. She doesn't care about anybody. She just wanted to carry on with Couch Boy, which she was.

It's weird looking back, seeing all this.

She also viciously made fun of my previous ex, who I called "The Void" -- yet ANOTHER emotionally-dead idiot.

She's like The Void, but actually better at PRETENDING and faking emotion.

Lesson learned.