It ended due to lack of interest on my part. And he asked me to move in with him
    A three-week relationship that consisted nothing more that getting dolled up, going to his shitty apartment in a bad neigborhood, and being subjected to hours of crappy ghetto movies and even crappier sex.
    We met in a video games store, at noon, on a weekday. He claimed to have seen me on the bus, and asked for my number.
    He will be remembered as a personal example of Who Not To Date. Though our relationship was brief, he has become the reason behind many personal dealbreakers that I to this day follow. If there is one good thing I got out of that, it's that he set an example on what shit not to tolerate and why when starting out its a good idea to set boundaries. Oh and learning that in guyspeak "Come to my place and watch movies" really means "Lets have sex."
    I will miss nothing from this relationship.
    There are a lot of things I will not miss. I will not miss being given instructions of how to dress myself and perform simple acts of hygene that every person learns at the age of two, while the fucking hypocrite greeted me at the door unshaven and with a body so hairy it would make Robin Williams cringe. I will not miss bringing my DVDs over to watch and then having him mock my taste in movies. I will not miss his extrodinarily friendly dog, who he cruelly mocked. There's a lot of things I won't miss about him, but those are the ones that stick most in my mind.
    I will be in heaven if I never see him again
    I am disappointed that he yelled at my mother because she asked him what his last name was and then complained to me she was a nosy bitch. But most of all, I'm disappointed in myself for not standing up to myself.
    There are no survivors, thank the Gods
    No wonder you can't get a girlfriend