Life Goes On
You’re engaged, and my stomach didn’t drop to my knees when I found out.
I experienced a momentary twinge of jealousy that it wasn’t me, then I remembered you asking me to send you dirty videos last June, shortly after you and she had done the “grown-up” thing and announced your relationship on Facebook, and the jealousy flew out the window to be replaced with pity for her.
Pity, because you’ll do the same thing to her that you did to me, and all of the other women who came before us. Maybe, you’re already doing it to her.
Soon enough she won’t have all the strokes your ego needs. Her arm will be tired from patting you on the back all the time. Her throat will be sore from constantly having to tell you what a great guy you are.
So then you’ll go in search of someone else to fill you up because you’ve never learned to do it for yourself.