Waiting Game

I recently sent a girlfriend home in the pouring rain.

She had been irritating me.

We had spent the day together going to the gym, having lunch, walking along the beach, laughing at the stupid tourists, fucking, and watching 'Game of Thrones.'

But her incessant offers to do things for me --e.g., mend my clothes, do my grocery shopping, cook dinner, do my laundry, etc.--irritated me to no end.

In the dark I escorted her to the door. As the rain poured down, I told her to keep her hair dry. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and walked into the street to her motor car.

There is something about a woman behaving this way that disgusts me. I don't want--or enjoy--women doing things for me.

I know she was only trying to make herself useful to me. But at this stage in my life I don't need a woman to do any of these things. I do them myself--and quite nicely, I might add.

I await the conciliatory text.