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Oh man, I had a "Mr. Out to Destroy All Females," too. I was 15. That self destructive bastard drove me into a depression that took me years to get out of. He also took my virginity, and I mean TOOK. I sure as hell didn't give it to him. In a way, though, I'm also glad that I met him. That fuckstick let me know exactly what qualities I DIDN'T want in a s/o, and he made me a stronger woman.
I also briefly dated a doctor right before I met my husband. We'll call him "Dr. No Personality." You could also call him "Dr. Horrible In The Sack," or "Dr. Tiny Cock." Now, you can have a smaller-than-average penis and still be dynamite in the sack, but NOT THIS GUY. You add the tiny pecker to his lack of skillz and, well, one amplifies the other to make for one HORRIBLE sexual experience. Plus the fact that I found cleaning my toilet more fun than spending time with him... Yeah, that "relationship" only lasted about 2 weeks.
My last ex is actually a pretty decent guy, and we still chat sometimes. No complaints about him--we just didn't get along. Too bad it took us four years to figure that out, haha.
It's nice to vent!
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