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>Be me
>Think I found the one.
>Invite her to move in with me after 6 months.
>She's all excited and talks about how she's going to find a job in y area and what have you.
>She had already been leaving clothing and other crap behind and we were seeing each other every weekend so not much transition.
>Banged like rabbits first few nights.
>Then had to go to work
>Come home
>"Anon, you're out of hairspray"
>I don't own hairspray
>But wait, I know this drill, girls don't ask for things, they point a problem out and expect a solution, right?
>So next day omw home from work, pick up hairspray.
>No idea what she likes so grabbed whatever.
>That was the tip of it.
>After a month, the entire time her never getting a job or leaving my couch, I 'ran out' of a lot of things I never owned in the first place.
>The largest thing I ran out of was TV in the bedroom.
>I never had a TV in the bedroom but she said it helps her sleep
>Whatever, been meaning to get bigger tv in living room so upgrade and move smaller tv into bedroom
>Need something to watch on it so buy a Roku 3
>I have Hulu+, Netflix, Amazon Prime, and a bootleg HBO GO account, that is enough TV for anyone, right?
>'Hey, there's no cable in the bedroom'
>So for the first time in a month, keeping in mind sex has all but ended, she still has no job, and I have dutifully gotten everything she wanted without even acknowledgement of doing so, I say 'naw I don't want to run the wires and make my cable bill go up. I got the roku it has streaming and--"
>Get a look a parent would smack clear off a kid's face if they even thought about doing it
>She starts screaming that I don't want this to work and that my apartment doesn't feel like home, just somewhere she comes to fuck me (I wonder where I was those days...) and blah blah
>I roll over and go to sleep
>Next day I tell her to pack her stuff up and that we're through
con't