“Good morning New York. I’m sorry to bother you. I’m not hungry. I do not want food or money, I just need a little support. I got dumped last week and I’m trying to give her space but I can’t do nothing. If you have any words of advice for me, a quote that resonates with you or a story about second chances, please raise your hand and I’ll come to you. I have sharpie markers and I’ll stay as long as it takes.”
I normally do not reblog this kind of shit, but for any dude that has ever been dumped, still in love and desperately tried to win her heart back, no matter the circumstance…this is legit shit. And do not give me that bullshit “dude, if she dumped you she obviously doesnt want to be with you, just get over it, you pathetic asshole”…First of all, fuck you. Second of all, fuck you.
Your comments are the epitome of rape culture and everything that is wrong with concept of friend-zoning. Fuck you. Like actually fuck you, you entitled piece of shit. Women owe you NOTHING. Women do know what they want, and if they dump you it IS because they don’t want to be with you. Stop perpetuating the sexist assumption that women don’t know their own mind. No means no, and any other interpretation is rape culture at work. You and your commentary can actually fuck off.
As for the OP: I’m speechless. “I’m trying to give her space, but I’m walking around with her face on a sandwich board and I’m convincing everyone that she’s the horrible person here and I’m so unfairly victimised.” Cool story, bro. Tell me more about how you’re irresistible and why everyone should want to be with you.
This is the reddest of flags.
Dear girl on billboard: Change the locks, change your number, and stay safe.
gee i wonder why she broke up with him.
I need to be his friend;
“Whoa. Slow down.
Where are you going with that fucking sign?”
Come here, sit your ass down, let me tell you something. Boy, that this shit ain’t going to bring her back. Where do you think you are, in the third act of a 80s Cusack movie?
That’s so fucking Hollywood, son. Here in the real world, you get restraining orders put out against you and women put 9-1-1 on speed dial and start sleeping with butcher knives under their pillows, just in case a motherfucker wants to try something.
I know you love her and you want to show her how much you care, but this ain’t the fucking way to do it. Trust me, I’ve been where you trying to go and let me tell you, Junior,
you on the Highway To Hell right about now.
Boy, you want some advice? Here it is:
The best thing that you can do for her and for you is to respect her wishes. You say you giving her space, shit, you need me to get you dictionary so you can look up what that means?
Because your definition of “space” is the rest of the worlds definition of “obsession”. Cut that shit out.
She doesn’t want to be with you, for whatever reason (allow me to re-cap, you going on subway trains, showing her picture to people y’all don’t even know might be one MAJOR reason) and that is her choice and one that she is totally entitled to. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be with someone who isn’t feeling me the same way that I’m into them…or in your case, on that same level of fucking crazy.
Go throw that damn sign in the trash and, if you must, go mourn, put on some sad love songs and lay in bed for a few days, wallow in that funk if you must but after a while, get your ass up and get your shit together, Chauncey.
If it’s meant to be, it will be, but if she doesn’t come back, dude, that’s life. Put a “H” on your chest and HANDLE that. (I got that line from a song by a group called EX-GIRLFRIEND…see what I did there?)
Now git, you crazy motherfucker, you! I’m going to IHOP and get me one of them omelets with some flapjacks.”
I dated a guy who would have done something like this if I were into Cusack films. I’m not, so when we broke up he drugged me & kidnapped me. This shit isn’t cute. It’s terrifying.