TapToBoreMeRigid
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He went out to work at 5am and came home at about 1pm. I slept, watched tennis on his Sky TV and smoked cigarettes. When he was there we had sex, (I wanna barf), or he'd wank off his mushroom over my boobs. He had a very long and thin penis with a ridiculously disproportionate glans. He would cook Chicken Dippers for us. It's all he ate. He had nothing else in. I ordered food for us a few times because I wouldn't have been able to shit living like that for a week.
He owned the house outright though he had a low-paid job because he'd purchased it with inheritance. He had odd priorities. No washing machine but Sky TV and every games console you can imagine. I got out of the shower one day and asked for a towel. He said I should have brought my own. I used one of his briefly until I realised it was either filthy or had been washed and dried very slowly - it stank of mildew. After that I dried myself on spare clothes I'd brought. Additionally the place had no heating. Oh and he wouldn't let me into the spare room.
My period came on while I was there and completely ruined his mattress. I felt bad until he ghosted me when I got home. Meanwhile I met my now husband! He caught wind of me seeing someone, presumably from stalking my twitter, and tried to ingratiate himself again. I led him up the garden path, with hub's knowledge, so that I could eventually tell him to fuck himself. Sometimes I check his twitter and he hasn't evolved at all. This was over a decade ago so he's in his late 30s.
He thought he was deep because he enjoyed films with Manic Pixie Dream Girls in. Lame. I know now he was only interested because I was unstable, big titted with red hair - things he fetishised.
and funny.
’ didn’t see him again 
bit stupid of us going for a walk first then straight to Italian tbf. But it was in the days of "my space" Internet page brfire Facebook or whatever and I'm sure I had listed my fave pizza toppings on there. 
as you used to do
when in fact he had just stalked my space.
his hair was like slicked back and it was flying all around the place 
gave me the biggest ick ever. I’m sat here cringing about it now. Luckily he moved away so we didn’t see eachother again!! I don’t think I could have coped with another choking episode… thank god I’ve now found a man who actually has never given me the ick in all the 4 years I’ve been with him.
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