Eating Ben and Jerry's

He broke up with me. Yes, broke up with ME. Let me tell you, I did not see this coming. After all we had been through in the last few weeks I should have been the one to call it off. This self-centered, anti-social college BOY broke my heart. The story, though quite long, takes place at school.

After being with boy after boy, I knew "the one" was no where to be found. There was always something wrong with each boy. Then in walked in Jose* and everything changed. He was a gentlemen, would take me out to eat, he was great in bed. He was everything I was looking for right now.

Things started to get weird when he would never go out with his friends and insist on hanging out with me. I am not a jealous girl at all, I even told him we could have a threesome when we found the right girl. But, I guess he just thought I was jealous still. He told me he was anti-social, but I didn't expect for it to be as bad as it really was.

After being with him for 4 months I assumed that it was ok for him to meet my family. My family is CRAZY. I love them. They are those loud Mexicans who ask the mariachi to come to their table and they never stop singing. They are those people who start dancing and eventually take over anybodies party by making everyone stand up and dance. The thing is, I warned my anti-social, California washed boyfriend about my social, Texan family.

The thing is he spent the whole weekend complaining. I'm tired, it hot (duh it's Texas), your brother this, it's loud, when will they go to sleep (6 in the morning I said, he still didn't believe me). Complaining, complaining, complaining. The worst part is that people heard him. My aunts, my uncles, my parents. They heard him complain. He made them feel weird for being who they were.

There was a point when it was just him and I. I took him on a tour of my little Texan town. He was perfect then. He wasn't tired, he wasn't burning up, he didn't complain at all. That made me sad because I love my family. How could I be with someone who doesn't like to be around them.

Later, when it was all over, I asked him what his favorite part of the weekend was. I was thinking he would say the lake, the boat, the ranch, riding the four-wheeler, riding in the beat up old truck when the brakes failed, being with your family, something different from what we were used to. He said his favorite part was when it was just him and I alone.

It occurred to me later than when he said he was a jealous guy he meant it. I could tell by the look in his eyes that when I was with my family he was jealous about the bond i shared with them and that for once I wasn't paying attention to him.

He's stuck up. Beyond that. At first I found it attractive, but then it got annoying. He really seems to thing that he is the center of the universe. He would get upset of I was reading a book or watching a movie because my focus was not on him.

I loved him despite all his flaws. I was still trying to get over that weekend and make it work. I told him I wanted a break because on our last night there my aunts had a talk with me about him. By break I meant I wanted space. Like I wanted him to move out of my room. I wanted him to not call or text me as much. I still wanted to be his girlfriend.

About a week ago, he spent the day with me in San Antonio and everything seemed alright. We came back to my apartment and we had the most amazing, satisfying sex I had had in a long time. After it was all done, he told me had a present for me since he was going home to Chicago for the rest of the summer. Out come this vibrator. It didn't all make sense until he said those words, "I think we should break up." So it was break up sex. "No" was all he said, "This is goodbye". Dramatic? Very.

Now I sit here with my Ben and my Jerry and wonder how I could be so stupid to keep falling for these weirdos and psychos and people who are just not for me. Hopefully, in time someone will change my opinion of boys, of all men in this cruel world.

As Ben and Jerry and i leave you to go about your day please remember that love does sometimes suck and heart, but I have hope. I know "the one" will come soon.