Dear Biker Chick

I've been seeing a woman for almost a year now and it's been time to break-up since autumn.  I kept seeing her through the holidays because I didn't want to be "that guy" who breaks up just before it's time to buy a present.  Now, just a few days after New Year's she's talking about what we should do for Valentine's Day.  I really want to break-up with her, but she's making it pretty hard.  How can I do this without her feeling bad or me being an asshole.

Signed Too Nice

Dear Too Nice

Try growing a set.  Tell her she's nice but just not in the right place at the right time for you.  If she asks about maybe getting back together in the future, she's basically asking to be told she's not the right one.  You can say it mean, or you can say it nice, but say it.  And stop being a whiney little weasel.  I know you just wanted the holiday nookie.

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With the popularity of Democratic Presidential candidate Barack Obama, especially on college campuses, bars all over the nation are marketing a new drink called the Obama Slammer (Slamma). The drink has not officially been endorsed by the Obama camp, but it is the official drink of his Facebook page.
Sunday, October 16, 2016 18382
While at a hotel in Philadelphia several weeks ago, I was surprised by Hillary Clinton. She was not the robot I’d come to expect.. As I rode the elevator next to her, I couldn’t help but glance her way. Though she seemed weak from her apparent pneumonia and her face was more weathered than I’d remembered, there was a twinkle in her eyes as she said hello to me. Floor after floor, her perfume wafting towards me, I felt as if she was trying to say something to me, a die-hard Republican. She coughed flirtatiously several times. Just as the elevator stopped on my floor, I thought I saw her checking me out as I held my Wall Street Journal near my loins. Something had caught her eye, and I figured it was my $4000 suit, tailored to fit me perfectly...everywhere. And then, just as we were about to part forever, she said it: “I wish I could convince people I really want to help them.” She didn’t tell me my suit would look good on the floor next to her bed or that I reminded her of a movie star like oh-so-many women do. Instead, she was responding to an op-ed in my newspaper. And her words touched me inappropriately. She is a Clinton who coined the failed vast right wing conspiracy; now part of the vast left wing conspiracy. Could she really care about people? Even if it was a ruse, could she really care about what I think in order to pretend just for me? I wanted her to stop. I could not bring myself to say no, but she could tell I was uncomfortable. “Make sure you vote,” she said, knowing full-well that she had grabbed me just a bit too roughly. Me, retracing each line on her face as I exited to the hallway, feeling dirty for hearing her and believing her. Could this woman who I have compared to the devil in multiple Tweets really care about me? Or was I just a prop, used to fulfill some kind of sick fantasy? I know she won’t return my calls, so I don’t bother, but I also will never be the same again. No amount of time will be able to heal my wounds. However, my new BMW Alpina B7 will help me to move on.

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