I’ve just broken up with a girlfriend because I’m fcking tired of being her sugar daddy. It’s the twenty-first century, right? Time’s up for cinderellas…
We started exchanging glances about half a year ago but I was dating someone else then, so all we did was smile and flirt a bit whenever we met. Recently I became single and decided to test my luck inviting this girl to a first date. It felt somewhat uncomfortable that she earns more than me (being 2 years younger!), I didn’t know what kind of food she likes, so I just chose the most expensive restaurant in the neighborhood LOL. The dinner was fun, we didn’t eat much but talked till late at night and she stayed at my place. Since then we were officially dating. The one thing that strikes my mind only now: she did not offer to split the bill on the first date, even though she clearly knew the place was posh. She was not hiding her pleasure to be there with me.
I won’t go much into detail... I’ll just say we’ve dated for two months. She’s an amazing girl to spend time with and I liked being with her except for the fact she’s an outgoing extravert while I’m a nerd LOL. I’d much prefer watching the movies at home cuddling rather than going to the cinema… I tried to be nice, so we went out every weekend and sometimes during the week. And my girlfriend NEVER even suggested splitting the bill or paying for us. So by the end of the second month I really hated it. It’s not the money, I could well afford all the entertainment. It’s the principle. She earns more than me and we aren’t even living together. She could have suggested paying at least once, right?
Maybe I hesitated to raise the question for too long. But this weekend was the last straw! We went to the movies and I politely asked her to buy the tickets. Her face! Man, you should have seen it… She looked offended, like I asked her to pay for my car or something...She bought those tickets but pouted and frowned for like an hour. When we went out, she looked SO pissed that something inside me just snapped! I told her to get a taxi (we were like 10 minutes from her home LOL) and I said she should find someone else... I'd promised to walk her home but I saw no point in it...
One unpleasant aspect: we work in the same department. She is a senior, not my direct boss. I plan to ignore her from now on. She sent me a dozen messages that evening calling me names, which is laughable. My mother says I could have been nicer??? Damn, why are some women so old-fashioned?! The only thing I regret is not telling her sooner that we’re over. It was inevitable, right? Why do I still feel nervous?
