Breakup

"For me to be attracted to you, you have to be broken in some way." Bill said to Irene.

"Wh-What does that mean? You're saying that for you to be attracted to someone, that they must be flawed or as you put it, broken in some way?"

"In a nutshell, yes."

"That makes no sense. How can you base your idea of attraction towards someone based on their mental well being? Or does this 'broken' also include physical maladies?" Irene was taken aback by Bill's quite forward and sudden revelation; considering that they have been dating for the past two months and she was starting to feel that Bill could be the 'one'.

"Physically, you must meet certain criteria for me to even consider dating you; which you obviously do, but for us to stay together, you need to be mentally unstable so as I can fix you."

"Fix ME!?"

"Yes. Fix you."

"Ok. Ok. Wait." Irene stops to take a breath and compose herself before continuing, "Let me get this straight, for you to be attracted to someone, or to continue to be able to date me, they or I, need to be mentally unstable or broken, as you so eloquently put it, so that you can fix them or me, correct?"

"Correct." Bill said in his standard cool detached voice. The one that is generally void of any emotion.

"Alright, I'll play. So, what constitutes one being 'broken'?"

"Daddy issues; having been ruined by past relationships; having some sort of addiction, either by chemical means or through weak will power; been physically or mentally abused."

"Basically you want to date a stripper."

"Absolutely not. They're filthy. Not too mention the fact that many are whores. Have too many tattoos. As well as many have drug addictions and or babies."

"So babies are an absolute no? I clearly remember you saying that you wanted to have kids someday or was that a lie?"

"Not a lie. I just don't want to have to correct someone else's mistakes. I'd prefer to start with a clean slate as it were."

"Hmm. As it were." Irene repeated in a semi mocking tone. "So since I have a Daddy that was around and was a positive influence in my life; my past relationships ended on good terms and in fact I'm still friends with many of them; I am not addicted to nor have been addicted to drugs or alcohol; and since I have not been abused either mentally or physically by anybody, especially my Dadddy or ex-boyfriends, I am undateable. You really know how to make a girl feel special."

"I do try." Bill replied believing that was some sort of compliment Irene had bestowed upon him.

"You're a fucking bastard. You know that? You really are. I am glad that you reveal this to me now, before I get all caught up emotionally and you caused me to become 'broken' as you put it. Of all my ex's, you will be the one that I will hope to not run into ever again for as long as I live, as you are probably more fucked up then the girls you seek to 'fix'. In fact, I bet if you do meet the 'one' for you, that you will fall deeply in love and when you think she is yours, she leaves your fucking ass. Cause no woman that is messed up like you like, will be attracted to a guy like you. They will use you up and spit you out time and time again. While the entire time you keep thinking to yourself that they will come back to you since you've done so much for them. When in fact, they have just used your time, money and soul to wait till what they think they want comes around and they leave your sorry ass. Just as you thought you were doing to me, but I am not hurt about this, but saddened that you do not realize what you are losing...forever."