I went to see one of my lolcows Friday (
1). It went as awkward as I thought it would be. He was visiting his alma mater for the millionth time, and I live nearby and I was sorta guilted into going. The Days Inn where he was staying was a million miles away from campus, and he's legally blind, so I drove him there to drop his things off since he just got off the Greyhound. I refused to go in with him, and yeah he asked if I would and I was like, "NO". I just don't want him touching me anymore*. He comes back to my car and he fucking reeks of shit. Like he didn't wipe. I almost barfed. We went to the thrift stores near campus, and I dropped him off at this alumni event, and again he asked if I wanted to go his room, and I was like "NO".
*=we used to be in a sexual relationship (not sex, but foreplay, he liked to be kicked in the balls, etc) when I was in college, but him smelling bad (I saw a pair of his underwear with big skids in it once), his house being fucking nasty, him being a cheapskate (eating super expired food), me getting tired of kicking him in the nuts, the stupid spergy things he says, and my friend finding out he was no longer allowed to help out at the Shakespeare theater camp in town, has stopped me from being intimate with him anymore. He's going away to grad school soon so hopefully I never have to see him in person again.