TMI

I hate that you constantly tell the details of our relationship to all of your friends. I think you miss the point of the world "intimate." I don't want for all of your girlfriends to know what sexual positions I like or how long my dick is. The fact that I got chocked up during Field of Dreams? I don't think that's anyone's business. I regret telling you anything personal about myself. It's an issue of trust. You're sort of a heartless bitch. A stupid heartless bitch at that. I am breaking up with you.