My letter to jerk nr #66.
Hello Mike
I'm sending you this by mail because I don't want to see you.
I think it was very unfair of you, the kind of choice you put on me. You don't want to be in a relationship, and you said you wouldn't want to be friends either. So the only way I can keep you in my life, is to have you use me for sex. Initially I thought that was a hard choice.
But I've done some thinking about the things you said to me in the past few weeks. The more I think of it, the more disgusted I feel. You have dropped so much in my regard that I don't even care to be friends with you anymore. The choice has become very easy. I don't want to see you, at all. I just don't care about people like you.
The things you said to me recently are so far removed from how I had experienced us. I'm not sure if you understand the extent of the disillusion I felt, when your cold words fell from the lips I had just kissed, that are not the same lips now that they are frozen. You erased the warmth from the past.
I don't understand why you would even ask this of me, as it is obvious that women like me are not meant to be with guys like you. I'm the wrong woman for the role you want me to play. I'm so much more than that. Leave me alone and go find an easy girl who only cares about sex, or someone with low enough self esteem to want be part of your 'show'.
It has all become very clear to me: nobody goes from genuinely caring about someone to seeing someone as an object they can use for their own satisfaction. The whole thing was a lie and I'm so disappointed in you.
Just so you know- don't expect that call for you to come over and 'fuck me'. That is never ever going to happen. You don't know what women want at all.
Real men don't treat women like this.
Linda
I'm sending you this by mail because I don't want to see you.
I think it was very unfair of you, the kind of choice you put on me. You don't want to be in a relationship, and you said you wouldn't want to be friends either. So the only way I can keep you in my life, is to have you use me for sex. Initially I thought that was a hard choice.
But I've done some thinking about the things you said to me in the past few weeks. The more I think of it, the more disgusted I feel. You have dropped so much in my regard that I don't even care to be friends with you anymore. The choice has become very easy. I don't want to see you, at all. I just don't care about people like you.
The things you said to me recently are so far removed from how I had experienced us. I'm not sure if you understand the extent of the disillusion I felt, when your cold words fell from the lips I had just kissed, that are not the same lips now that they are frozen. You erased the warmth from the past.
I don't understand why you would even ask this of me, as it is obvious that women like me are not meant to be with guys like you. I'm the wrong woman for the role you want me to play. I'm so much more than that. Leave me alone and go find an easy girl who only cares about sex, or someone with low enough self esteem to want be part of your 'show'.
It has all become very clear to me: nobody goes from genuinely caring about someone to seeing someone as an object they can use for their own satisfaction. The whole thing was a lie and I'm so disappointed in you.
Just so you know- don't expect that call for you to come over and 'fuck me'. That is never ever going to happen. You don't know what women want at all.
Real men don't treat women like this.
Linda