mirrorman

Being well past my teens and twenties I'm not likely to find a virgin. Let's just say that if by some chance a woman that I hit it off with turned out to be a virgin, I'd do all I could to make her first time as good as it can be (patience and understanding, along with a sense of humor, go a long way here). Having said that, I'm much more concerned with how a prospective partner and I would get along rather than the amount of sexual experience she might have.

There's a four-letter word that describes you - FAIL. Thinking back over our brief relationship, I can see that the one person most important to you in your life is yourself. Granted, that's usually considered healthy, but your self-interest is anything but enlightened. Nowhere was this more obvious than in the bedroom. The G-rated version is that you got what you wanted and could have cared less about my needs. My philosophy is "ladies before gentlemen". That's how I've been with all my steady girlfriends. But you took what you wanted and then basically rolled over and went to sleep (I thought only guys did that!). You made excuses concerning your health or your medication (and you are on quite a bit, so I believed you). How could anybody so sweet (or sweet-appearing) be so selfish? You are a sexual energy vampire. All of my ex-girlfriends before you, even the craziest, most dysfunctional one, at least cared enough about me to see to it that I was satisfied. Oh, you were a fooler. You had me going, believing that you were a friend with benefits, the key word being "friend". I enjoyed our trips to coffee shops, art exhibits, movies, and restaurants which I once considered ours, but no longer. I guess I should look on the bright side. Thanks to you, I now know what to watch out for. By the way, I feel sorry for your new partner. I hope he realizes what he's got, and sends you out the door.

I spent a whole year with you as you went through a difficult period in your life. Even though I had to drive for over an hour each way to see you, it was worth it to me, I saw something in you. And you said I was one of the sweetest men you'd ever met. And now you meet a guy, you've known him for a little over a month, and suddenly he's the one, and it's over between us? What have you been smoking? You said you didn't want to hurt me. Somehow, that statement rings rather hollow. Throwing over me, someone who cared about you and looked forward to each meeting, for someone you've only known for a few weeks tells me you haven't got much sense and contrary to what I once believed, can't be trusted. (And my previous girlfriends cared as much about my satisfaction as I cared about theirs. You OTOH proved to be the most selfish person in bed that I've ever known). Like a fool, I stayed, hoping that certain things would improve with time. I will never allow myself to be used like this ever again. As much as I hurt and as much as I miss you, forget about hearing from me ever again. I deserve better!