Good Bye Brit

You might be a little shocked by the title of this blog. Listen, if I had read this 2 weeks ago, I would've been shocked as well. Let me explain. I come back to NYC after 2 weeks of being away, and Brit wants to hang out. During my 2 weeks hiatus from him, I realize that I don't really miss him. I find myself thinking about Sporting Goods much more. That's a red flag already.

We decide to see each other the night I am back. I am not overly excited or stoked. The butterflies aren't there anymore. Brit and I meet some of my friends out for drinks. After a couple cocktails, my sexual attraction for Brit is back. We are getting cozy and I am in the mood. Then, the bill comes and it's a hefty one. I put down my credit card and Brit doesn't offer to pay for any of it. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT?! I know that he has been struggling financially but who does he think I am? His sugar momma? But I kick myself for saying anything. I hate bringing up money, it makes me uncomfortable. So feeling irked by the whole thing, we stumble back to my apartment.

I sort of get over the whole thing since I am thoroughly wasted. I don't remember what happens next but I am positive we have sex. Multiple times. I will admit that Brit is great in bed 'cause he elongates foreplay. What girl doesn't like foreplay?

The next morning I wake up with extreme frustration. I finally come to the realization that Brit has not been treating me the way I deserve to be treated. When was the last time he made an effort with me? When was the last time he did something nice for me? He hasn't even started to court me and I'm already picking up the tab? He may say things that I want to hear ("I miss you," "I'm attached"), but there's no action to match. And the more I think about it the more I envy his situation. Not only does he reap the benefits of my financial stability, but he also gets to see me naked, and have sex with me! Doesn't he realize how lucky he is?

As I start brewing with these thoughts, I grow colder and colder towards Brit. I start to move away from his arms and when he gets up to leave, I let him. I know he senses something is wrong and I know I probably should explain things. But at the same time, I feel like he doesn't deserve an explanation. He kisses me on my forehead and I say "bye." It's for good this time.

When a man doesn't cherish the woman he's with, he deserves nothing from her. Good bye Brit, one day you're in and next day, you're out.