Welcome to the Ex Games: a content series about love lost. Whether it's the realization things need to end, the act of rejection, the reality of being single, or the resurrection that is moving on, the Ex Games has every stage of a breakup covered. And to really bring these stories to life, we've launched the Ex Games podcastwhere we delve into the two sides of a break-up story with a new couple each week, and aim to end up somewhere near the truth.
Because when it comes to affairs of the heart, everyone plays, but does anyone win? Let's find out. I don't think I can officially call any of my relationships the "shortest" because most of mine end around the same time: after six tequila shots and a bagel in the morning. But I wasn't always the girl who could fill a book with all of her short-lived relationships. I used to believe that when someone takes you on a date, they had the intention of committing to a long and happy relationship.
It wasn't until I moved to New York and met the first boy I really fell for that I learned what "keeping your options open" meant. Because that's exactly what he did with me. He tossed my heart in a basket filled with all the other girls' hearts he was stringing along. And it wasn't until I developed real feelings that I learned the truth.
And that truth is: Most people don't "settle" these days. We're always waiting for the next best thing or the newest upgrade. We match with three different people on Tinder before our Bumble date is even over. We've got so many choices that we don't feel the need to dedicate time to any one person, and that's where "almost relationships" and "short-lived flings" come from.
As relationship psychologist Dr. Gregory Kushnick points out, "It seems like a second date feels like a marital commitment for many millennial daters. Just me? These days you can mourn a breakup for longer than a "relationship" lasted. Not me. I treat breakups like lessons. If it didn't work out in 10 minutes or three weeks, it wouldn't work out in 10 years or three kids later.
And three kids is an awful lot. Especially, coming from a girl who might hold the world record for the fastest killing of houseplants ever. I say embrace it; for better or worse, there are more dating options now than ever. If Jay-Z says "on to the next one," so be it. At the very least, you can take comfort in the fact that these relationships are probably shorter than any of yours ever were.
Specifically, a woman he worked with. I was I looked at my watch, said 'I have to be at work in five minutes, and that would be five minutes for me if anything, so good day to you, get out of my car. We had sex about three hours prior. I told him to be careful and he replied that he paid enough for this place, someone else can wipe it up.
And his sister hated me. She was a big reason why we broke up.
There was too much drama plus he also turned out to be a man whore the whole time and super emotionally and mentally unstable. He would send me the most bizarre self-loathing texts. He was only 21, and I felt like a predator but his pop culture knowledge made me give him a chance. We meshed so well, and I fell hard and fast. The sex wasn't bad either.
But he was still a flaky year-old, and what was I really going to do when he went back to [school for] his sophomore year 7, miles away? Within three months, he displayed all of the symptoms of that personality disorder.
I caught him swindling people and warned a friend who was about to be swindled. That led to a violent ending of the relationship that gave me the opportunity to practice my self-defense skills. He started the physical assault and I ended it. During a nice dinner out, she insisted on Instagramming the whole thing — including a trip outside to grab a shot of the .
Things were going pretty well, but it seemed like we were always at my place and he didn't want to go out with me anywhere — he even offered to go out to get food and bring it back! I didn't want to be a secret, but frankly, once I found out that he was sharing a queen bed with another guy to save money on rent, I totally lost interest.
Dude, I'm the one that should've been embarrassed to be with you!
1. it was the first time either of us had dated, and we didn’t really know how to interact with one another.
While he stepped into the bathroom, I took a closer look at the DVD collection that was lining the floor all the way around the apartment and crammed into bookcases. He was simultaneously 'too young' and 'too old. He lived with his parents, drove a car his parents gave him, and his parents paid for his gas.
He got mad at me for getting a tattoo on my foot in memorial of my great-grandpa who passed away.
Told me he 'didn't understand why I couldn't memorialize him in a less permanent way. He told me one night that he thought my dad was lazy and needed to lose weight. My dad who works sometimes hour weeks as a programmer for Starbucks.
I'll be honest and admit that I even took the rude way out and broke up with him via text message. But, honestly, most of the time I had to come to him, and he wasn't worth my minute drive. When he realized I got bronchitis from sleeping with someone else, he said I wasn't 'kindhearted' enough.
I was in school and he'd call the house nonstop. So I broke up with him. He didn't get it and the whole last month was us 'breaking up'. He ended up getting a broken heart tattoo. I let him stay at my place those two weeks surprise, he was homeless at the timeand it was dirtier when I got home than when I left. He was very obsessive, clingy, and, unfortunately, legit, crazy.
He took everything I said and twisted it or was otherwise offended somehow. Said he loved me after a week.
Ended up flipping out because I told him he needed to pay bills if he wanted to stay any longer. We were out at a club and got into a huge fight because I knew that one of his best friends had cheated on his girlfriend.
I told the girl about it and she confronted her then-boyfriend and my boyfriend. My boyfriend was angry and said he couldn't trust me and I broke 'guy code. By Evelyn Pelczar. Simone Becchetti. Search Close.