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See, this is the one lesson I learned my junior year of high school: Never drive (or take the train, or whatever) for more than half an hour to get to someone. Especially if all you’re getting out of it is a fuck. I used to drive for an hour every weekend to go see this gorgeous guy I was going out with, and he never drove up because he didn’t have a car. And then when it was over, all I could think of was the money I wasted by going to see him.you don’t offer her or pay her a fucking beer, you fucking talk about girls in front of her, you don’t fuck her when she want you to, you complain about crossing the street to see her, even though she drove for 2 hours to see you… you go fuck yourself.
I don’t blame him, man like that are everywhere… and well… her… she just needs to stop being a needy, pathetic, self-conscious, naive little girl.the end.
Oh well, at least I’m not missing out on much, because I heard he’s a lousy fuck.