I guess the last breakup I had that wasn't the story below was with a woman I dated a couple of years after that - would have been the mid-90s or so. "Dating" really isn't the right word; she basically used me for sex. She was married to some drugged out loser that for reasons I never understood she wouldn't leave. This meant I couldn't call her - all I could do was page her. Sometimes she'd respond, then she come over, have sex, and she'd leave. Sometimes she wouldn't respond. Maybe she'd come over four times in a week, maybe I wouldn't hear from her for a month. She basically used me the way a guy would use a woman, but being a man, I had no problem with it. We never went anywhere, I never spent money on her. She'd come over, we'd ****, and she'd leave. That was that.
But eventually I got sick of the whole deal - the husband, her lying about pretty much everything, all of it. One night she was over and we were watching TV. I looked at her and said "We're not ****ing. Why are you here?" She got up and left without a word. Never saw her again.
