If you’re not dating to even maybe meet a future boyfriend, isn’t that just wasting everyone’s time?
According to Urban Dictionary, a hoe bag is “A physical bag that a hoe will carry with them most of the time.”
This dude was seriously reconsidering a fucking job offer because of how awful it is to be a single, straight dude here. Based on my experience, this wasn’t wholly surprising. Something about supply and demand and basic economics.
“We’ve reached the point in our relationship where we shouldn’t hide things from each other anymore,” J said as he dropped me off at my apartment after another fight on the matter.
There will come a time when you will be able to hurt me. You might even want to. Please leave my life before then. You don’t owe me any explanation, but just promise me you won’t hurt me. Just leave.
My relationship with J roughly spanned twelve months from 2018 through 2019. It was rife, to say the least. I’ve circled through phases of anger, depression, and self-loathing in the period since we’ve ended things. My ex was a troubled individual who had a lot of personal issues to sort through. I've had months to accept that I was not responsible for a history of abuse, identity issues, and the like.
”I think I had nonconsensual sex last night.”
”Ouch, ” was the reply.