Guys, Are You Sure That It's Not You, The Reason She Broke-up With You?
Bad manners can lead to a break-up
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Note: this piece is written from the trusting girl's point of view. This is "the" girl who trusts guys too much, and then gets hurt. Do you know someone like this? I just wanted my cherished-followers to know what was happening. Thank you for reading and following. Kenneth.
"Jud," I should have known that our relationship would not last. Call it women's intuition. Call it ESP, but I just knew on our first date when you took me to "Tom Beef's Best Rib World," to eat, talk, and just get to know you. What a tragic, humiliating mistake on my part, for I do not eat that many meat dishes, but apparently you did that night and to make things worse, you thought I would be entertained when you started talking with food packed inside your jaws and well, you didn't just resemble a fool, you "were" a fool that night.
You never knew that I was alive
First impressions are lasting impressions. That is true and I know on a first-hand basis. But I give you credit, "Jud," you are a persistent soul. The very next week, you called me for another date. I said yes because I am not a vengeful girl. I do not go around kicking stray dogs. I thought that you would change and be a different guy. You are reading a letter from America's "Number one Idiot." You didn't change in the least. But I learned. This time you didn't act foolish for my entertainment, you ate with decency, but you had way too many beers before you picked me up that night. And continued to "guzzle" down the cold ones while I tried to make sense of what you were saying.
When you neared the "jumping-off place," of being completely-drunk, I knew that you would pass out soon, and you did. I left by way of a city cab. This was the best $12 bucks I ever spent--the fare plus five-bucks for a tip.
Please do not eat while talking
Other reasons for break-up's
Now, a bit about me
"Jud," I was never tough, assertive, or a girl who got her way by intimidating people. You might call me a "wallflower." I wouldn't argue. But I want to be totally-honest with you. It was not "just" the manners of a jackass you used in dining, it was more things hat until now, I have not had the courage to tell you. That is my fault. Not yours. But "Jud," you never knew that you were the spark that lit my fuse to be a stronger girl and not get taken by jerks like you. I cannot apologize for the "jerk" remark, for that is how I feel in my heart and "Jud," believe me, I am not a hypocrite.
Do you remember those talks we had on the phone? Good. I wanted to tell you that "I" have a job. A good job and something I am good at, but you will never know now because each time we talked, the only job I ever got to hear of was yours. Yes. Your job was "it," the very center of our, well, your conversations. You working in a five-minute oil change center and not even an assistant manager. Now "Jud," do not get offended, but cars, grease and grade of oil are not what a girl likes to discuss Every time she talks to a potential-lover.
What I am trying to say is that I did not appreciate your dominance of our talks and how you made them all about "you." Not that I am insecure. Maybe I was then, but now now. I am learning to just look past guys like you who live on their own adrenaline rushes you get from fooling gullible girls such as myself. I supposed to you, there is some personal comfort in that "wall of lies" you live behind because you simply do not have the nerve to face or accept who and what you are, "Jud." And I guess that in some way, I am sorry for you.
I guess it was a little matter with me, but on our first "date," if you call it that, your inability to keep me in your attention. Your eyes, although you were drunk, were as fast as hummingbirds as they looked at every pretty girl's butt as she walked by our booth. I mean, I do not condemn any man for appreciating a woman. That is natural, but in your case, "Jud," it was a clear obcession just to get a glimpse of a girl's behind and maybe the sight of her thighs. I don't really know, but you gave off the vibe that even this lack of respect didn't bother me. It did. But now now. Not ever.
Other things you did that I can now talk about were: your lack of attention to your appearance. Never bothering to see if your shirt tail was tucked inside your pants or not. I understand that it is the style in 2015 for young guys to let their shirt tails be worn outside their pants, but dear "Jud," you are not a young man anymore.
And that fake look of being interested that kept popping-up on your face. That was so comical, I almost laughed out loud when I was trying to explain to you the origin of Swiss cheese that we had as appetizers and your look of confusion was classic. I am not putting myself above you for maybe you never received a proper education. You never told me. But overall, most people know that Swiss cheese is made in Switzerland, home of the Swiss.
Finally, last week when I finally got the chance to tell you that things were finished for you and I as a couple, your reply which I call overkill, was . . ."It's me. Not you," and that one phrase has been used time and time again on and off of television and in real life when real people know it is time to break-up and move on with their lives.
But this one thing I do agree with you, "Jud." It WAS you.