{"id":2172,"date":"2021-03-21T18:11:15","date_gmt":"2021-03-21T17:11:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/senza-categoria\/saying-goodbye-to-the-perfect-girl\/"},"modified":"2026-04-10T01:42:30","modified_gmt":"2026-04-10T00:42:30","slug":"saying-goodbye-to-the-perfect-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/saying-goodbye-to-the-perfect-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Saying Goodbye to the Perfect Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style='text-align:center' class='yasr-auto-insert-visitor'><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_693ccac25985a' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-2172\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-693ccac25985a'\r\n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-693ccac25985a'\r\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\r\n                                      data-rater-postid='2172'\r\n                                      data-rating='0'\r\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\r\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\r\n                                      data-rater-nonce='57493fa7f2'\r\n                                      data-issingular='false'\r\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-693ccac25985a\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\"\r\n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\r\n                                   data-postid=\"2172\"\r\n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-693ccac25985a\">\r\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\r\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-693ccac25985a\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-693ccac25985a\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-693ccac25985a\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-693ccac25985a' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-693ccac25985a'\r\n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\r\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div><div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"468\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/image-1-468x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Illustration for the story Saying Goodbye to the Perfect Girl\" class=\"wp-image-4124\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/image-1-468x1024.jpg 468w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/image-1-137x300.jpg 137w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/image-1-580x1268.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/image-1-320x700.jpg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/image-1.jpg 688w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 468px) 100vw, 468px\"><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>Okay, it&#8217;s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn&#8217;t have written anymore.<br \/><strong>But I can&#8217;t stay silent about my farewell to SweetTits<\/strong>, which happened just a few hours ago.<br \/>There she is, knocking at my door. She&#8217;s been waiting a month to see me because of my COVID isolation.  A month in which she did everything to stay close to me: phone calls, messages, she even sent me roses. <br \/>There she is with a huge smile, with eyes sweeter than ever&#8230; She floats on her signature Louboutins, wearing a very tight skirt, a jacket with a very revealing neckline and&#8230; nothing underneath. Surprising me as soon as she shows up at the door is her trademark: once she came naked, covered only by her coat, another time in a silk slip. Now here she is with the shock neckline&#8230; Too bad Walter, the cleaning &#8220;guy,&#8221; is at home. While she quickly covers up, I save her from the embarrassment:    <\/p>\n<h2>The breakup walk<\/h2>\n<p>&#8220;Come on, let&#8217;s take a walk while they finish cleaning. Want to be the first person I set foot outside with after a month of isolation?&#8221;<br \/>Outside, a blinding light stuns me as I enjoy her company.<br \/>We laugh, we joke. There&#8217;s chemistry, as always.<br \/>I watch her as she walks. If it were possible to describe the essence of people with a mathematical formula, hers would be a function of elegance and sweetness. I&#8217;m not talking about that contrived, artificial elegance that creates distance. No, <strong>her elegance is a movement of the soul, it&#8217;s part of her essence<\/strong>. It&#8217;s the elegance that comes from being naturally graceful.<br \/>And she&#8217;s so, so sweet. Sweet is the sexy little voice she speaks with, sweet and sour is the taste of her nipples, sweet is the way she hugs me, as if I were the dearest person in the world.<br \/>She tells me about how her ex is treating her badly.<br \/>We grab a takeaway coffee, perched in front of the Darsena, and then head back.<br \/>Every time I think about her, I realize she&#8217;s the perfect girl.<br \/>Besides being very beautiful, she&#8217;s kind. She genuinely cares about me. She&#8217;s completely trusted me, there&#8217;s no limit to the experiences we could share together. She&#8217;s always been the classic good provincial girl, without particular sparks or emotions, constantly subjected to the judgment of various boyfriends and acquaintances. But with me she&#8217;s willing to try any experience, with the courage and desire to live of someone just reborn and determined to savor life in all its facets.<br \/>Every time I look at TetteDolci, I imagine what a life together would be like. I savor what we could create. She&#8217;s the perfect partner in crime.            <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Have you heard from Viola?&#8221; she asks me. I elegantly dodge the question.<br \/>Viola is the girl with the perfect ass <strong>with whom we had planned to have a threesome<\/strong>, first with the Americanina and now with her. No, I won&#8217;t be having any threesome this weekend. &#8220;This Viola really has no luck,&#8221; I think.    <br \/>I&#8217;m the lucky one. Because a girl like SweetBoobs is like a winning lottery ticket.<br \/>We talk, laugh, eat, joke.<br \/>And here I am, kicking luck away, for love. <\/p>\n<h2>The confession couch<\/h2>\n<p>&#8220;Come to the couch, I need to tell you something. I feel good with you, I like how you make me feel, the aspects of myself you know how to bring out. But&#8230; today, while I was with you, I didn&#8217;t stop thinking about CENSORED for a moment. <strong>I have to accept that I&#8217;m in love with her<\/strong>&#8220;.<br \/>&#8220;Okay,&#8221; she replies, without batting an eye.<br \/>I continue, embarrassed, with her holding my hand almost to comfort me:  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Our relationship made sense the way the situation was before. Now that my heart is committed, it doesn&#8217;t seem right to you to love another and see you.<br \/>You&#8217;ve given me everything a woman can give a man, and I&#8217;m grateful for that. The least I can do is treat you with respect.   It doesn&#8217;t make sense to keep seeing each other.&#8221; <br \/>My timid voice crashes against her substantial lack of reaction.<br \/><strong>&#8220;Actually, I understood&#8221;<\/strong>.<br \/>&#8220;How did you understand?&#8221;<br \/>&#8220;Yes, actually I understood today, while we were together&#8230; I saw that you were thinking about something else. And I understood this week, when I read the stories on your blog. I felt really bad about it, but it&#8217;s something I accepted. I came to meet you knowing it would probably be the last time you&#8217;d want to see me&#8221;.<br \/>I&#8217;m more and more amazed.<br \/>I lighten the mood: <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What, you&#8217;re not going to make a scene? Not even a tear?<br \/>Nothing at all?&#8221;<br \/>She laughs.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, I don&#8217;t want to give you the satisfaction.&#8221;<br \/>My respect for her was already at its peak. Now it&#8217;s even higher.  <br \/><strong>What Style.<br \/>What Elegance.<br \/>What a Woman.<\/strong><br \/>She adds: &#8220;I need to figure out what to do now with the teddy bear you gave me and the flowers&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I get it, I&#8217;ll be receiving anonymous packages with bloody wool ears and severed limbs,&#8221; I laugh.<br \/>&#8220;But do you think CENSORED is in love with you?&#8221;<br \/>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know, I don&#8217;t know how it&#8217;ll go. I&#8217;ll probably crash into a wall. But I want to be true to what I feel.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I reflect within myself.<br \/>I know I could have kept seeing her.<br \/>CENSORED gives me my freedom and SweetTits would have probably accepted the situation (she&#8217;s a stronger woman than she looks).<br \/>But I can&#8217;t be with one and think about the other while I&#8217;m with her. And besides, I feel like I&#8217;m failing CENSORED.<br \/>This time, I feel like I only want to be with one girl. <br \/><strong>And my feelings chose CENSORED, making me turn down the perfect girl.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h2>The exit with my book in hand<\/h2>\n<p>She gathers her things and heads toward the car. Before leaving, though, she pauses at the bookshelf:<br \/>&#8220;<strong>Where&#8217;s my lipstick<\/strong>, the one I wrote my name on my skin with for you, the one I gave you and that you jealously kept on the humidifier?&#8221;<br \/>In the chaos of isolation, I didn&#8217;t notice the lipstick. It&#8217;s true, it&#8217;s not there anymore.<br \/>&#8220;Uhm, I don&#8217;t know, it must have fallen into the drawers,&#8221; I say, unconvinced.<br \/>She laughs, looks at me. I laugh.    We laugh.<br \/>&#8220;I think CENSORED made it disappear,&#8221; she says.<br \/>&#8220;No way, I can&#8217;t believe it&#8230; but if that&#8217;s the case, I swear I&#8217;ll be pissed!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I walk her to the door, already knowing the terrible things her friends will say about me.<br \/><strong>&#8220;Promise me you&#8217;ll never let any man treat you badly,&#8221;<\/strong> I tell her.<br \/>One last hug and&#8230; TetteDolci is now out of my life.<\/p>\n<p>After a few hours, she posts a photo on Instagram. She looks amazing, provocative, holding the roses I gave her. 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] Okay, it&#8217;s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn&#8217;t have written anymore.But I can&#8217;t stay silent about my farewell to SweetTits, which happened just a few hours ago.There she is, knocking at my door. 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] Okay, it&#8217;s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn&#8217;t have written anymore.But I can&#8217;t stay silent about my farewell to SweetTits, which happened just a few hours ago.There she is, knocking at my door. She&#8217;s been waiting a month to see me because of my COVID isolation. A month in which she did everything to stay close to me: phone calls, messages, she even sent me roses. 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