Until recently, I was positive that my boyfriend Charles was the man I was going to marry. However, his recent changes in behavior made me suspicious, as did the fact that he put a password on his phone. I made him unlock it and found episodes of a podcast called Cum Town. After listening to it I honestly wish he was just cheating on me.
Then I noticed that when he thought he was alone, he was singing little song parodies. That’s cool, I love Weird Al! But all of his parodies were about the word ‘gay.’ Not even about being gay. Just injecting the word into songs at random. Last night I heard him singing in the tune of my favorite Prince song, “Purple gay, purple gay.” I’d be offended if I weren’t so confused.
Once I finally checked his phone I feared I would see sexts from another woman, but the only nudes he had were from one of the host’s plus-sized erotic instagram account. Worst of all he’s apparently been spending hours posting on a subreddit dedicated to the show. I checked the time stamps and apparently he snuck away during our anniversary dinner to post a screenshot of some guy named Tom Myers’ Facebook status. At the time I was worried he snuck off to call another girl and now I really wish he had.
I can’t stop listening to this repulsive podcast— searching for clues as to what could have changed my perfect Charles. I’m heartbroken, although I do have to say I’m starting to get the dynamic between the hosts. Plus, the line between absurdist irony and earnest statements is getting clearer with every episode. Oh shit, I’m about to start episode 69. Hell yeah, my bitch. I’m gonna finish this blog, pick up some sushi from 7-11, have bong hit transplant, and pound off so hard you’ll think somebody was charging their Samsung Galaxy S8.