Love Life Updates

Since I seem to have shared everything else with the readers of College Candy lately I thought it was only appropriate to update you on one more aspect of my personal life. Remember that boy I blue balled? Well, after two months of dating things have come to an end.

By Lauren

I don’t know if you know this, but I am a pretty funny girl. Don’t believe me? Maybe you should re-read some of my greatest articles (here’s one). I told you so.

Anyways, this boy never laughed at my jokes. But maybe that’s because he was never listening to a word I was saying and was simply waiting for the opportunity to tell his own stories. Which, I must add, were never funny. Despite that huge drawback, though, he was good to me; he bought me flowers and brought me coffee in the morning when he knew I was sleepy. He was a nice guy and it was just so hard to end things with such a nice guy.

Until he started being a not-so-nice guy.

You see, while he wasn’t self centered or cocky, he was really in his own world. And he was slightly unwilling to compromise. Example: the first time we had a sleepover I was getting all snuggly with him and he says, “I sleep on my back.” And that was the end of it. Not, “I usually sleep on my back, but we can snuggle for a bit” or simply say nothing at all and slip his arm away once I started drooling.

But I digress. The point is, he started being all selfish and weird so I finally mustered up the balls to end things. I mean, his nice-boy-ness was all that was keeping me in the game, so once that was gone it was time for me to throw in the cards. So I called him and told him I wanted no part of his bullshit.

And what does he do? He turns it around and makes it seem like he is the one breaking up with me! He claimed he was “feeling this way for awhile but just doesn’t like to communicate.” What?! Does that make you a better person because you are a pussy for keeping that secret? Or are you a giant liar because this morning you called me 6 (SIX!) times and asked me to come snuggle?

I wanted to scream. I mean, he made the entire two month relationship about him, does he have to steal my breakup thunder too?! I threw his sweatpants at him (which was easy cuz they were MSU pants but hard cuz they were so damn comfy), got in my car and headed home.

And what made me feel better? A lot of Kelly Clarkson, a run, talking to my friends and a giant donut. At last, it was all about me.