“You’re disappointing…”
The diary of a giver in the streets, pillow princess in the sheets
BY YASMIN VINCE
Everyone has their moments when they want the ground to swallow them whole. I’ve had many, but none quite so potent as the last time I bumped into an ex. I was at a party, snacking on sweet and salted popcorn, while she explained why we fizzled out in two gut-wrenching words: “You’re disappointing.”
The old “it’s not you, it’s me” had been turned around to knife me in the back. It was all I could do not to choke on the popcorn kernels, while my cheeks turned pinker than Barbie’s dream house. Seeing my shocked face, she quickly added that it isn’t my fault. I can’t help it if my personality on dates doesn’t match the one I have sexually.