Really. What a way to get dumped.
My boyfriend of 9 months and I came down to Palm Springs together for a weekend for just the two of us, you know. We'd been dating but never traveled together and both thought it would be hot to go down to the desert, stay in one of those kind of cool, kind of tacky gay resorts and just hang out naked all weekend, drinking margaritas, maybe a little 420 and fucking whenever the mood struck us.
So we fly down on Friday night and get to the place, which is done in this sort of faux-morrocan Arabian Nights kind of vibe, you know, and my boyfriend just stands in the room and doesn't get unpacked. I'm jumping around, taking shit out of my bag and he just sort of stands there a minute and I'm like all, "what, dude? Let's get unpacked and jump in the pool maybe!"
He kind of shuffles his feet and then tells me that he's decided that things just aren't working out and he got himself a room at some other fucking gay place and that he was sorry but he just thinks this is best.