You Dumped Me
No, I don’t want to help you move, assemble an end table, or even go to a romantic bed and breakfast with you. We are not together, that’s why! You dumped me because you didn’t want to see or talk to me anymore, remember? Because it wasn’t “working for you anymore?” Well, this little see-saw you call an arrangement isn’t exactly working for me either, darling. I appreciate you throwing some emotional and poorly timed sex my way, though. While it’s happening, I am not even thinking about “us,” and it’s great. Although, I know that as soon as it ends, you’ll tell me that if I stay it’ll become “too real.” The phrase “confusing gray area” always sounds better when you’re naked. Look, this isn’t a revolving door. I’m the bouncer at this club from now on, and I say no re-entry. You’re either in or out, and “out” means I’m not feeding your fish anymore.
