WHAT WENT DOWN
First, to reply to the last poster, originally I think I saw things more your way. What really pissed me off was when I realized the male model wants to fukk her, she knows he does, she is attracted to him, and she knows the whole situation bothers the shyt out of me... AND she still does not remedy the situation. That is bullshyt.
Here is what happened:
She comes over dressed to the 9's for a night on the town. She immediately kisses and hugs me and asks if I am ok.
Me: What do you mean by that?
Bytch: Are you ok... do you trust me?
Me: Listen, I don't want to talk about what we talked about earlier today at all tonight. Ok?
Bytch: Why?
Me: Because I said so. Can't you respect me and my feelings?
Bytch: Yeah, but I just wanted to say...
Me: Listen, I said I don't want to talk about it. Do you understand?
Bytch: Yes.
Me: Then shut up. We can talk about it next time. And there has been a change of plans... I don't feel like going out to eat tonight. We're just going to stay in.
Bytch: Ok. That's a good idea.
I had bought her a couple of small things and a card (nothing mushy at all, and I bought this before I confronted her about male model). She wanted me to open her gift for me first. I said no. She asked why. I said because I said so.
She bought me a Calvin Klein shirt and a book. She said she didn't get me a card because I already know how she feels about me and the card would be repetitive. Uhhh... Sure, dumb bytch.
We drink some wine and talk about various bull**** for a while. It was sorta pleasant, and I just enjoyed it, thinking, I'm having a nice Valentine's Day this year.
At one point she asked if she could talk about it after midnight, since it would no longer be the same day. I said no.
Later, she said she just wanted to tell me 2 sentences about it, and it was something good she wanted to tell me. I said no.
She seemed slightly confused after a while that I didn't initiate sex. Therefore, she eventually began making out with me.
I took her to the bedroom and fukked her for over an hour.
I had her out of there in less than 15 minutes after I was done.
She yawned after I finished. I asked, Did you just yawn? She said no. I said, "Fukking liar." Her eyes almost bugged out of her head.
She tried to hug me and get me to cuddle with her afterwards, but I got up and began getting dressed. She said, "See, something is wrong beause you won't hug me." Dumb bytch. I said, "What's wrong is I blew my load all over you, and I'm not going to hug you and get it on me."
She said she was sorta mad at me. I told her she had no right to be mad at me for anything, and walked away. She then told me she was sorta mad at me for calling her a fukking liar, and that she hoped I didn't really think she was a liar. I said, "Of course you hope I think that."
I walked her to her car. I gave her a quick peck and hug for one second (she is used to lengthy hugs and shyt at the car). I began walking away. She said, "Hey, I want you to know I'm not really mad at you." I gave her a thumbs up, and said, "Nighty-night." I didn't look back.
20 minutes later, she texted me and said, "Thank you again for everything tonight."
I did not reply.