Attribution Error

Loretta broke my heart in a letter. She told me she was leaving and her life would be better.

Joan broke it off over the phone; after the tone, she left me alone.

Jen said she'd never ever see me again. And when I saw her again, she said it again.

Jan met another man.

Liza got amnesia, just forgot who I am.

Felicity said there was no electricity.

Emily, no chemistry.

Carol Brown just took the bus out of town.

Paula, Persephone, Stella, and Stephanie. There must be fifty ways that lovers have left me.

The ones who had the decency to talk to me about it used the classic line "It's not you, it's me". But I know the real reason and it's not really clear whose fault it is. You see, women seem to have a blind spot for me. Our relationship will be going great, and we'll progress to the point where we have sex. Great so far. But women seem incapable of understanding that I just had sex with them. Oh, they have no trouble remembering that they just had sex. They can also remember that I was the only other person there. But they just can't put two and two together and realize that it was me they had sex with. They simply cannot attribute their experience to my actions. It doesn't even seem strange to them. But eventually, they conclude that there's something wrong with me or that I don't find them attractive and they inevitably leave. After all, what woman wants a romantic relationship with a man who not only cannot give them the fucking they deserve, but cannot interact with them intimately in any way, shape, or form. Not even so much as a kiss, a hug, or even cuddles on the couch.

I hate my life. I've lived by the rules of society, I've played fair and not taken advantage of my curse, and look where it's gotten me.

FUCK IT. It's time to mix things up.

Authors Note: If you like the concept, but the first few chapters seem a bit lacking in detail and plot, keep reading. I do much more of both as I improve my writing.