Update: Chicks are fucking psycho!
Since I left the hospital, I officially broke up with the fiancee. It happened in stages. I first tried to console her, tell her that things would be alright. She cried a lot. Blamed me for things beyond my control, etc. She said "we need to talk Sunday." I took it to mean it would be a breakup. We talked in a nice 4 star hotel in midtown. Then we had copious amounts of sex. As it turns out, little was resolved besides that my penis feels warm and pulsating inside of her. After an absurd amount of sex, crying, consoling, and other rounds of sex, we fell asleep near morning. We woke up and had a few more rounds, and only missed checkout by a few minutes. We promised to do more talking later.I took her shopping for bras. She was uncomfortable, but I was happy as a pig im mud having her model underoos.
The more talking we do is over at my place. She comes to Monsey, prepped to make shabbat. The organization, the meals, etc. its all her, and she delivers. But the nature of our relationship is left to be resolved, and she is freaking out on me accusing me of sleeping with other women. And shit like that. Things still feel unresolved.
The accusations of infidelity burn me. The relationship was disintegriting. When I cqlled her 4 times to arange some movers to get it out, she didnt answer, instead pawning off a friend. That annoys me. Makew me want to be a bick, and go through the friend ANYWAYS BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS PURILE!
Then there is the smart hot nyph;. Were made for each other, in manty ways. The Dumb Nympho turns to be a gold digger, so fuck her. Didnt put out any on our date. We had a date with 4 peope, the model and her other bf, the one thqat isnt me spent their time together. Me and the dancer tore o the floor though.
Earlier on, I had sex with the model after a night of heavy drtinking, and watching when harry met sally
The fiancee and I broke up in stages. First, after leaving the hospital, we arranged a meeting for the following Sunday. What I initially thought would be her breaking up with me, ended up being her getting us a hotel room for the day, and enjoying one another, til checkout time.Since I thought she was going to dump me, so I dropped the anvil on her first. I suggested that we keep in contact but not date for a few months because we both had to work on ourselves.
Later on, when she came over on the Sabbath to my apartment, she wondered "where we were" and I didn't have definitive answers. We started arguing as was becoming way too usual, etc, followed but sex, etc. Then she goes psycho on me, accusing me of cheating on her, etc.
A few nights later, she basically asks me to break up with her. I'm frustrated enough to oblige. We make arrangements, for me to stop getting mail at her place, picking my stuff up from her apartment and all. When I want to confirm everything, she doesn't pick up the phone. Instead, her friend Dina picks up and says she will be there at that time. This is in my view, very immature. She can still pick up a damn phone and have a conversation with someone she broke up with.
The model and I turn out to be absurdly similar. At some point, we go out drinking, and come back to my place. We watch
When Harry Met Sally take some Ambien, and fall asleep. We wake up halfway through the night with her on top of me. I ask her if she remembered when we took off our underwear. She doesn't remember. Nor do I. I only remember going to bed in my underwear.
We were all like, uh, do you want to have sex? Yeah, sure.
A few nights later, we go out drinking again. Its me, the model, a common friend we have from the hospital because we were the only young people surrounded by 80-year-olds wheezing into respirators. The common friend is an exotic dancer, and very hot. The model and I already agreed to be friends with benefits, and that I'd be mostly hanging out with the other girl but I didn't know till the last minute that the other guy would be her other guy. I paid attention to my girl and he did to his, except when he left to go to the bathroom, and the model and I would make out. Otherwise I spent the rest of the night drinking, and tearing up the dance floor.
Well, that night i didn't get lucky, and I don't chase a girl for long, so forget her. I did wake up the next morning and discover that I had a nipple piercing. that was interesting.
Its a total departure from who I used to be, and I can't explain it except for he fact that I came out of that hospital a different person. Watching a person having a stroke for 15 minutes can have that effect, I guess.
Since that girl didn't put out, I'm gonna chase after this other one I know. Totally sweet girl that I will invite to dinner in a few nights.
Also, friends in my home-town know about my breakup with the fiancee and are arranging for me to have a few dates while Im there. Ill keep everyone posted.