- You were never in his profile picture.
- And if you were, it was one where he looked better than you.
- He called you “babe.”
- Or “bae.”
- Or “sugar tits.”
- And you’re pretty sure he said his ex’s name in his sleep that one time.
- He liked Taylor Swift.
- And not in an ironic, “her songs are kind of catchy” way.
- He went to the gym more than you.
- And he’s always asked you to go on active dates like running, or mountain climbing, or getting off the couch.
- He was still friends with his ex-girlfriend on Facebook.
- And despite what your friends tell you, you have this sneaking suspicion that she might be prettier than you.
- He took selfies.
- And he posted them.
- On Monday and hashtagged #MCM.
- He asked if his pants made him look fat.
- His CARGO pants.
- He wouldn’t share his Netflix password because he was the actual devil.
- Flowers? What are those?
- He never wanted dessert.
- And when you did get some, he’d make you share it.
- Like you couldn’t handle that piece of chocolate cake all by yourself.
- He never texted you back.
- Or he texted you twenty-seven times in a row like the stage-five he really was.
- “Babe.”
- “Where are you?”
- “Baby?”
- “Ur so hot”
- “What are you doing?”
- “Are you with boys?”
- “Here’s a picture of my partially erect penis surrounded by untrimmed hairs.”
- Yeah. He would send you dick picks when you didn’t ask for dick pics.
- Okay, you never asked for dick pics but still.
- He said that he liked blondes.
- You’re not a blonde.
- He asked if he was the biggest you’ve ever had.
- He wasn’t.
- He wouldn’t let you add guac when he bought you Chipotle.
- His hobbies included: shotgunning beers, acting like farmers markets were hell, and Snapchatting girls you hate.
- He didn’t know the difference between “your” and “you’re” and it was both confusing and embarrassing.
- The funny thing about returning the favor when it came to oral is that he didn’t.
- And he had no idea how to navigate a vagina.
- Or a relationship, for that matter.
- He made you call his penis by its name.
- Because yes, he had named his penis.
- He introduced you as his “friend” to his parents.
- JK, he never introduced you to his parents at all.
- His mom did his laundry.
- And when she didn’t, he’d asked you to.
- Which meant sorting his skid mark underwear from his suspiciously crusty socks.
- He would take off his pants before taking off his shirt.
- So you’d have to look at his penis poking out like a small, unattractive, turtle head.
- He complained about how many bobby pins you left at his apartment.
- Like the bobby pins were destroying the vibe in his room.
- And yes. He used the word “vibe.”
- He acted like he had actually invented protein.
- And he would always suggest that you two squat together.
- Football? Yeah. He made you watch that shit.
- And he would quiz you about the game, like you weren’t a a person with a vagina who hated all types of balls.
- He grew a soul patch.
- Eating in his car was off limits.
- As was putting your feet on his dashboard and turning off his horrible music.
- He would order you a beer even though you hated beer.
- He just didn’t realize how pretty, funny, charming, popular, nice, fun, outgoing, silly, cute, sexy, nurturing, smart, and humble you were.
Whatever. His loss..