I'm having a problem with my girlfriend. "Grace" is the hottest girl I've ever dated, but things aren't going so well. She is possessive and gets mad at me for wanting to do anything she doesn't want to (like going hiking or anything outdoors), and wants to know where I am every second, and who I talked to, and was she pretty, etc., etc. We used to have great sex, but lately I can't come no matter what she does. It used to be just looking at her could practically make me come. Can this be fixed?
Not My Dream Girl After All?
While not news, dissatisfaction can be — indeed, often is — partner-specific. But you two were doing fine before you, well ... before you got to know each other. Oops!
Did you notice how in your description of "Grace" herself, and of your relationship, you never once mention being crazy about her? Hot for her, sure But love her, cherish her, want to spend your life with her ... like her? Did I miss the part where you said any of those things? No? Then why are we bothering with this? You don't like her. Frankly, she doesn't sound all that likable. Go find a mirror and practice saying this: "I'm sorry, "Grace." It isn't working out. It's not you, it's me." And then run like hell. She sounds like she might be an ashtray-thrower. And you don't have a pet bunny, do you?
I'm not wrong about this, am I? We can talk therapy. You guys could go to couples counseling and try to tease out what's making her feel so insecure, and what, short of never doing anything without her and never talking to anyone not preapproved by her, you could do to assuage it. You could learn some techniques for deescalating your disagreements before they get to DEFCON 1, and you could ... yeah, no. You could, but why bother, since do I need to remind you? You don't like her.
Frankly, I find extreme possessiveness extremely creepy. And even if you'd mentioned anything like affection here, I'd probably be urging you to get out. It's not like she's likely any fonder of you than you are of her. You'd think it would be obvious that desire to possess and control cancels out love, but seeing how the model for romantic love on TV and in the movies often goes: "meet cute, then stalk relentlessly until the object of your obsession is broken enough to give in," clearly it is not.
So we have established that being hot does not actually qualify a person to be your, or anyone else's partner — any more than having a lot of money does, or having great connections, or the good drugs, or even being perfect on paper and approved of by one's mother. If you don't really care about her, or she for you, she is not for you. For once — seriously, I don't think I've ever said this before — your dick is smarter.