“Bella, baby, this thing between us, it isn’t working out,” Paul said as he stuffed French fries into his face and checking his Blackberry, frowning at whatever was the screen.
“This thing?” I snarled. “We’ve been dating for three years! I thought you loved me!”
“I do, baby,” he said, frowning insincerely. “But as a sister. The sex isn’t what it used to be and to be honest, you’ve gained weight, Bella.”
“You’re dumping me because I’m fat?” I shrieked. “Excuse me for gaining a few pounds, Paul. You’re not exactly the vision of athletic prowess, either.” He was around five foot nine inches tall with a beer gut. His hair was receding and he tried to hide it with a stupid hipster fedora all of the time. His beady little eyes were framed by thick black glasses. I definitely wasn’t with for his looks.
“Look, Bella, I want a clean break,” Paul said coldly. “I think it’s time to cut our losses and go our separate ways.”
“Fine,” I spat, getting up from the booth at the diner he decided to dump me at. “Have a nice life, Paul. I hope you catch chlamydia and your miniscule dick falls off.”