August 25, 2017:
That one, the little blonde mooch.
Neither was particularly good to the other.
She was sweet but selfish, in a routine-laden moment-by-moment way that left little room for contact.
He was distracted and bitter, and exaggeratedly macho in a drunken foolish pose.
She expected to have her bills paid.
Like a sugar baby, as much as a girlfriend.
He was lonely, though, when she ghosted.
Endings are nearly always confusing.