Had a "date" with Charlie planned. I had broken up with him at least 20 times over the last year. That isn't counting our first date that I wanted to get out of before it started. Friends roll their eyes when I say that I saw him again over the weekend. My real friends know this really means that I slept with Charlie again even though I was saying the week before that we were done.
So today is Saturday. I wasn't really too excited about seeing him. I just got a new laptop. I really just wanted to stay home and play with that. About 10 o'clock in the morning, he began sending video text messages of a sex toy he had made himself. It was basically a saw with a dildo attached to it. The message read, "Do you want to get freaky tonight?" I replied, "No."
By 7 pm, I felt that I could no longer put it off. I got together with him. We went to have dinner at the Chinese buffet. It's his favorite. Are you getting by now that he's a cheapskate? He is.
After dinner, we went back to my place. I really wasn't feeling up to a movie. We laid on my couch watching a movie. After an hour or so, he began getting restless. He wanted to fool around. I was NOT in the mood. I had lost all attraction to him. He got up and said something accompanied with what appeared to be fake tears. Not sure why...but I laughed. I laughed because his crying appeared so fake. He was whining again about HIS needs and HIS feelings. After I laughed, he stormed out saying that he NEVER wanted to talk to me again. FINE. After he left I ran to the door and locked it. I knew he would be back. I did NOT want to do this all night. I went to bed.
Charlie rang my doorbell pretty continuously from midnight to 3am. I heard the doorbell, but stayed hidden in the bedroom. I kept hoping a neighbor would call the police.
