worst. timing. ever.
wow, I don't even know what to say. Um...wow. I am probably more dissapointed than I have been in a really really long time.
So, I leave Paris on monday morning. Akilles (boyfriend) and I have promised to stay in touch, he says he'll come visit, but I know from past experience that once I'm out of sight out of mind he'll move onto someone new and forget all about me. So this saturday night was going to be our last night together. Which was great cuz my host family is out of town, so he can come to my place and we can have the whole house to ourselves and we can cook dinner and stuff.
Anyway, so this is THE ONLY THING that's been getting me through the past three days.
and then guess what happens.
ladies, what is the WORST THING that could spontaneously happen on your last night maybe ever with the boy you've been dating for the past five months?
...think about it...
here's another clue: good news is, I am absolutely CERTAIN that I am not pregnant.
YEAH YEAH I KNOW!!!! WORST TIMING EVER. Seriously. I was like, "WHAT?!?!?! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then I just started to cry right there in the bathroom. Horrible. I'm so sad!!!
like if I had known the last time we were having sex that it was the last time we were having sex I definately would have done it differently.
Well maybe I would have. I don't know. THE POINT IS, I was NOT aware of this. And considering this is, sadly, the longest relationship I've had in three years (I'm dysfunctional) and he's my french boyfriend, and I'm in Paris I just really wanted it to end in the best way possible.
GOD DAMMIT. My body just got back at me for every bad thing I've ever done to it. Fucker. I HATE YOU!
So, I leave Paris on monday morning. Akilles (boyfriend) and I have promised to stay in touch, he says he'll come visit, but I know from past experience that once I'm out of sight out of mind he'll move onto someone new and forget all about me. So this saturday night was going to be our last night together. Which was great cuz my host family is out of town, so he can come to my place and we can have the whole house to ourselves and we can cook dinner and stuff.
Anyway, so this is THE ONLY THING that's been getting me through the past three days.
and then guess what happens.
ladies, what is the WORST THING that could spontaneously happen on your last night maybe ever with the boy you've been dating for the past five months?
...think about it...
here's another clue: good news is, I am absolutely CERTAIN that I am not pregnant.
YEAH YEAH I KNOW!!!! WORST TIMING EVER. Seriously. I was like, "WHAT?!?!?! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then I just started to cry right there in the bathroom. Horrible. I'm so sad!!!
like if I had known the last time we were having sex that it was the last time we were having sex I definately would have done it differently.
Well maybe I would have. I don't know. THE POINT IS, I was NOT aware of this. And considering this is, sadly, the longest relationship I've had in three years (I'm dysfunctional) and he's my french boyfriend, and I'm in Paris I just really wanted it to end in the best way possible.
GOD DAMMIT. My body just got back at me for every bad thing I've ever done to it. Fucker. I HATE YOU!