Love Was A Stranger ....to Rob

So we have entered February, the month of love, lust, companionship etc. Although I dumped Rob's ass to the curb, Feb 2007, we continued to live as a couple, in every way, until I got rid of him, back in May of 2009. So technically this will be my first Valentines Day, as a truly, single man. There was always some expectation on Valentines Day of days gone by. With the exception of the first few, between Rob and I, the last 10 or so went hardly unnoticed. I never wanted flowers or chocolates. I never minded a night of lust, showing affection or emotion in a physical way. To me that's where the true bond lies. Well as Ive mentioned before Rob ended up being, to me, the worst sexual partner. Rob couldn't take a hint in regards to sex if it slapped him in the face. Considering the slut he is, he was the lamest lay. Not allowing to be touched in certain erogenous areas, which in the end sorta defeated the purpose of a lustful evening. Many a time, I would rush through our escapades, just to get out of bed with him. It was so routine, never wanting to try anything new. Making out during sex is a true turn on for me, and even that wouldn't happen. He was all good and dandy sucking cock behind my back, but in "our" bedroom - dry sheets. I used to wonder why he would spent the night. We ended up becoming, pretty much, platonic room mates. There was no need to carry on as a twosome...Living and sleeping with Rob, would have been no different, if I had my brother as a room mate. Nothing would happen. If I had to wait for Rob to have sex, I would be a born again virgin. His drive, with me at least was dead. So I felt unattractive, unwanted and in the end felt the relationship at that point had died, in every way. The routine of our lives was so lame, so boring and so lifeless. He would use the excuse of pot, in regards to our social life, but what was the excuse behind closed doors? There was a time when I went away for a month, on a adventure to clear my head, find out about myself etc. Upon my return I expected, wanted a night, one night, of hot sex with my then partner, Rob. I returned in Dec of that year. The month came and went, the new year came and went and nothing. When I questioned him, I got every excuse in the book. He had an "infection" that he didn't have before I left...making me wonder, where he got said infection? Could have been something air born but more than likely, not. Later on, as the weeks passed, he had some other "infection" of sorts, in the nether regions....hmmmm - Now in retrospect, where did that come from? Well if you've read this blog, his shenanigans behind my back, led to this "infection" as well as a few others during our time together. Our friends have no idea about this, but they do now. If he wasn't sleeping with me, in the sexual sense, for months on end, where did these infections come from. This is where anger sets in, I could have gotten those infections. I have to give him the slightest bit of credit for not having sex with me as he would have passed something on to me. I can bet everything i own, these were "social" infections. So good riddens to Rob as this is the actual anniversary of me breaking up with him...and good riddens to putting myself at risk with a walking STD, such as Rob. This Valentines Day, I will be stepping out with a friend...not looking for either lust or love as I'm not looking for the latter at least...I will take it as a night out to have fun on a day that is all about a nice time a good time, and should I get the odd number here or there, the odd Valentines kiss here and there, I welcome it. Ive come to realise over the last few weeks that there are people who are attracted to me, for whatever reason. People who make me feel special and wanted. Something, again, Rob had no clue how to do. Rob was uncapable to love, in anyway, physically or emotionally. His definition of love is twisted and not what it really is. To Rob,
Love is a stranger...
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