For better or for worse, I’ll forget about it. And you will too. I’m a psycho. You’re a loser. The end.
He tells you that his favourite thing about his last girlfriend was that she would clean his room for him. He stares at you pointedly as he says this.
“We all have our own amorous pasts. So why can’t we accept a lover’s history?”
If you ask me, that’s what real love is: the kind of love when your farts smell the same and nobody really cares who did it.
Dating right now is chock full of disappointments and you’d have to have feelings made of tungsten not to internalize it.
Gifts can be part of lousy relationship dynamics, branded as currency of being a “good man,” but without any of the personal growth or strength of character.