I broke up with my girlfriend tonight. I had already been thinking about it for a while as I tend to do best on my own. I felt very bad about it UNTIL she decided to admit- "I cheated on you! I once came back from a club with four guys!"

Now allow me to clarify. This wasn't four separate occasions she was talking about. One night, she literally went home with four strange men to their shared apartment. Details about what she did are a little sketchy, but at the least, she slept with one of them (she admits to as much), and at the most- she was the center of a five-person gangbang.

Mind you, this girl gives off every appearance of being a good girl (she also comes from a very conservative culture) so if she is capable of doing something like this, I think any woman has the propensity to do so. I always told myself that this girl was different, that there was something about her that was special. I knew I wasn't the kind of guy to get into long-term relationships and devote myself to a "significant other" but she held a spell over me. Of course I realize now what a load of horseshit that was.

I can't believe how much time I've wasted with this stupid bitch, or any bitch that I was with in a relationship, for that matter. Lucky for me, I wasn't a big enough pussy to refuse to cheat on her when I had the chance, but I would have done so a lot more had I known.