You and I are dating. We’ve only fucked a few times and everytime you try to get me in the mood or ask if I want to mess around again I deny you repeatedly. One day I decide I’m over avoiding you. I tell you that I don’t want to fuck because the few times we did, it was boring and I faked my orgasms. I also tell you about the guy I told you not to worry about. He happens to be my ex and he’s so much bigger and better than you’ll ever be.