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ng led to talking on the phone; talking on the phone led to coffee; and coffee led to fucking like horny monkeys! I mean…coffee led to meaningful, soul-opening conversations which led to making love.Everything seemed to go well. Steven and Sophie would meet up about twice a week for dates. Sophie was well off and owned a house in Downtown Toronto, Ontario. If you don’t know what this means, look up the cost of Toronto, Ontario real estate and be prepared to question what is wrong with East Coast Canadians. Anyways, a few things needed tightening, drilling and hanging around the house. Since Steven was handy and always willing to lend a helping hand, he offered to hang a door for her and straighten out a few things on her patio.One thing led to another and before you knew it, Steven was building Sophie an entire patio. When I say patio, I don’t mean one of those little terraces that can fit a chair and maybe one marijuana hobby plant. I mean, it was a 500 sq. ft. deck, totally constructed out of full-dimension lumber that needed sanding and painting. One might wonder how all this could have gotten so quickly out of hand. Sophie just kept on buying material for new projects, and every time they were supposed to go on a date, she suckered Steven into working full 8 hours days on her patio before they would continue the romantic part of their evening.Back to Steven … this was not a case of a typical bachelor building a deck in exchange for some pussy. I don’t think there is enough pussy in the world that would have compensated the time and weeks he poured into this woman’s property. Steven was one of those people that had a tough time saying “no” to someone when they would ask him for help.Don’t get me wrong. You should always pull yourself together when taken advantage of and just say “no”. However, that takes practice, and this was a practice that Steven still needs. Sometimes you just got to say “no”, but he didn’t and therefore he wound up building a whole patio for free.Steven and Sophie were two months into the relationship and he just finished the deck. All that was left was to paint it and yes, Sophie was expecting him to do this as well. This is where the story takes a little turn. Steven was fed up with feeling used and unappreciated. He wanted to date and have fun. Instead, he felt run down and sick and he came down with a bad case of “covid”. Except it wasn’t covid.You see, I failed to mention that Sophie was very attentive. So attentive, it could be mistaken for crazy-ass bitch needy. Steven was scared that if he told her he was feeling sick and just wanted to stay at home for a week to rest, Sophie was goi

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ng to march her way over there with some soup and try to nurse him back to health.So as I was saying, Steven came down with a very bad case of fake covid. Whenever she called Steven, to check on him, he would tell her that he was still feeling sick.Bombarded by her phone calls on the daily, he felt it was time for the next step. His covid all of the sudden made him lose his voice and he was only able to answer her texts.By now, everyone know that Steven just wanted to be out of this relationship. There was only one problem. He didn’t know how to break up with her. The reason for that being he only had one relationship in his entire life. It was his high school sweetheart. They married quite young and he never had to worry about dumping anyone ever. Dumping, just like saying “no”, takes practice — especially if you are very empathetic towards other people.A whole month elapsed and Steven had “covid”. Sophie was quite worried about him and it seems that her affection only grew with his absence. This was quite a dilemma as Steven was hoping to accomplish the opposite. He was wishing that Sophie would eventually forget about him and move on. I know, rookie mistake.Unlike real covid patients, Steven didn’t stay home. He went out and led the bachelor life that he was missing out on. No pussy, no commitments, no building a whole freaking patio. Oh, by the way…did I mention that he built her a fence, too?As for Sophie, he was still on a texting basis with her, as his “voice” has been gone for a few weeks now. Poor Steven.Then one day the inevitable happened. Steven was out with his friends at a pub around 10 pm. It was fun, it was loud, and they were drunk and shouting at each other through the blaring music. Right there and then, without his knowledge, Steven pocket-dialed Sophie. When Sophie answered, she could hear loud and clear Steven’s healthy party voice for 10 whole minutes. He eventually noticed and immediately hung up. The jig was up.Busted!While Steven still maintained that he “really did” have covid, he lied that he just recovered and didn’t inform her earlier about it. While Sophie was willing to forgive him, Steven still did not want to continue the relationship. They eventually broke up and moved on.You could say that Sophie had it coming for using Steven like that! or you could argue that Steven let this get way out of control and he should have just insisted on his boundaries, to begin with. What would you have done in Steven’s place? Does anyone feel bad for Sophie? Comment below.</article></body>

She Used Him and He Tried to Ghost Her

What would you do?

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When you start a new relationship, there are some wonderful things that accompany it in the beginning, such as that first kiss, butterflies in your stomach, no farting, and so on. In that first month, you always get the pleasure of dating the best version of the other person and vice versa.

But then that uncomfortable stage follows when you come to know what the other person is really like. You discover all of the sudden that you are dating a nymph, a dirtbag, an alcoholic, a kleptomaniac, a vegan, a hypochondriac, or a sociopath.

One of mine for instance was my intestinal issues. When I met the love of my life, I concealed for about 6 months that meat, dairy, and gluten will give me projectile shits. This is, of course, something that you will not advertise at the beginning of your relationship — especially as a woman. Whenever we went out, I would make sure to eat small and limited. I would make sure that I would always eliminate my bowels at a public washroom or in the comfort of my own home. Luckily we didn’t get to sleepovers until many years into our relationship and by that time he was in love with me. By the time he discovered that he was dating a chronic diarrhea defecation system, it was too late. The poor guy was in love and we were engaged to be married for better or worse.

Back to the reason why I am really writing this story. I have a friend named, Steven. Steven just got out of a very long relationship. As a matter of fact, it was his only relationship ever. They were childhood sweethearts, had a son and a daughter but after almost 20 years of marriage, it ended. A few years after the divorce, Steven was ready to date again. He is a great catch! Good looking, funny, kind, and in shape.

One day, at a Skiing resort, he met Sophie in an elevator. Sophie was also recently divorced; a ‘looking for a good time’ kind of gal. Even though the elevator ride was very short, somehow Sophie — who was very forward — slipped Steven her number and before you knew it, they started texting each other.

From then on you can pretty much guess that texting led to talking on the phone; talking on the phone led to coffee; and coffee led to fucking like horny monkeys! I mean…coffee led to meaningful, soul-opening conversations which led to making love.

Everything seemed to go well. Steven and Sophie would meet up about twice a week for dates. Sophie was well off and owned a house in Downtown Toronto, Ontario. If you don’t know what this means, look up the cost of Toronto, Ontario real estate and be prepared to question what is wrong with East Coast Canadians. Anyways, a few things needed tightening, drilling and hanging around the house. Since Steven was handy and always willing to lend a helping hand, he offered to hang a door for her and straighten out a few things on her patio.

One thing led to another and before you knew it, Steven was building Sophie an entire patio. When I say patio, I don’t mean one of those little terraces that can fit a chair and maybe one marijuana hobby plant. I mean, it was a 500 sq. ft. deck, totally constructed out of full-dimension lumber that needed sanding and painting. One might wonder how all this could have gotten so quickly out of hand. Sophie just kept on buying material for new projects, and every time they were supposed to go on a date, she suckered Steven into working full 8 hours days on her patio before they would continue the romantic part of their evening.

Back to Steven … this was not a case of a typical bachelor building a deck in exchange for some pussy. I don’t think there is enough pussy in the world that would have compensated the time and weeks he poured into this woman’s property. Steven was one of those people that had a tough time saying “no” to someone when they would ask him for help.

Don’t get me wrong. You should always pull yourself together when taken advantage of and just say “no”. However, that takes practice, and this was a practice that Steven still needs. Sometimes you just got to say “no”, but he didn’t and therefore he wound up building a whole patio for free.

Steven and Sophie were two months into the relationship and he just finished the deck. All that was left was to paint it and yes, Sophie was expecting him to do this as well. This is where the story takes a little turn. Steven was fed up with feeling used and unappreciated. He wanted to date and have fun. Instead, he felt run down and sick and he came down with a bad case of “covid”. Except it wasn’t covid.

You see, I failed to mention that Sophie was very attentive. So attentive, it could be mistaken for crazy-ass bitch needy. Steven was scared that if he told her he was feeling sick and just wanted to stay at home for a week to rest, Sophie was going to march her way over there with some soup and try to nurse him back to health.

So as I was saying, Steven came down with a very bad case of fake covid. Whenever she called Steven, to check on him, he would tell her that he was still feeling sick.

Bombarded by her phone calls on the daily, he felt it was time for the next step. His covid all of the sudden made him lose his voice and he was only able to answer her texts.

By now, everyone know that Steven just wanted to be out of this relationship. There was only one problem. He didn’t know how to break up with her. The reason for that being he only had one relationship in his entire life. It was his high school sweetheart. They married quite young and he never had to worry about dumping anyone ever. Dumping, just like saying “no”, takes practice — especially if you are very empathetic towards other people.

A whole month elapsed and Steven had “covid”. Sophie was quite worried about him and it seems that her affection only grew with his absence. This was quite a dilemma as Steven was hoping to accomplish the opposite. He was wishing that Sophie would eventually forget about him and move on. I know, rookie mistake.

Unlike real covid patients, Steven didn’t stay home. He went out and led the bachelor life that he was missing out on. No pussy, no commitments, no building a whole freaking patio. Oh, by the way…did I mention that he built her a fence, too?

As for Sophie, he was still on a texting basis with her, as his “voice” has been gone for a few weeks now. Poor Steven.

Then one day the inevitable happened. Steven was out with his friends at a pub around 10 pm. It was fun, it was loud, and they were drunk and shouting at each other through the blaring music. Right there and then, without his knowledge, Steven pocket-dialed Sophie. When Sophie answered, she could hear loud and clear Steven’s healthy party voice for 10 whole minutes. He eventually noticed and immediately hung up. The jig was up.

Busted!

While Steven still maintained that he “really did” have covid, he lied that he just recovered and didn’t inform her earlier about it. While Sophie was willing to forgive him, Steven still did not want to continue the relationship. They eventually broke up and moved on.

You could say that Sophie had it coming for using Steven like that! or you could argue that Steven let this get way out of control and he should have just insisted on his boundaries, to begin with. What would you have done in Steven’s place? Does anyone feel bad for Sophie? Comment below.