Disclaimer: I'm usually an "out of sight, out of mind" person, but since this scrote recently tried to pry himself back into my life, figured I'd share this story.

We've been dating for a while and never had sex, because, well, he couldn't get hard and made 1000 and 1 excuse against trying any alternatives (note: men whining "sowwy I can't make you cum uwu" is just another manipulation to make you feel responsible). Since he was 25, I was a bit concerned and suggested a doctor visit (didn't even occur to me that a normal man would be pretty concerned himself and won't need any additional reminders). He, allegedly, went to see a doctor, who said, allegedly, that it's normal, because of "The Constant Stress". But a couple of days later I found a real reason for his limp pp.

We got pretty hammered at a party, and the conversation went to p*rn topics. His friend described one horrific video he saw, and other people started to list their favourite genres. My bf quickly jumped the wagon and talked about his favourites being "amateurs, DD/LG, stepsister, fake r*pe" etc. I literally choked on my wine. And his drunk arse probably forgot that I'm literally standing right here because the next second he started to complain to his friend that it's hard to wake up with a boner and now he sets his alarm 30 min earlier to find "a good p*rn" and jerk off before work. (We weren't living together).

His "confession" made everyone visibly uncomfortable, and his friend tried to turn it into a joke and said something like "haha you should move in together, don't let the man suffer like this".

This prick obviously tried to gaslight me the next day, saying that I was the heavy drunk one, so probably made up this situation in my head. After that, our relationship dragged for a bit, but I finally broke up with him via text since he refused to acknowledge his p*rn addiction.