He tells me he just wants someone that’ll make him laugh, while whiping the tears of laughter from his eyes that I put there.
He tells me that I should date his friend, and then tells me I could do better. In fact, he tells me I should date any number of different men. He tells me I should just have meaningless sex. I tell him I don’t have meaningless sex, and that everything I feel is a larger than normal emotion, including big love and big hurt.
He tells me I remind him of his SISTER. This is after we have fooled around. While I thought about bringing this (hopefully) subtle difference to his attention, it seemed inapproriate, because we never discussed said making out. We spend 3 nights a week at work together, he tells me EVERYTHING, and we don’t discuss this?
AND he says he doesn’t “belive in games.” BULLSHIT!
And worst of all, I know none of it is malicious. He’s just terribly forthright and doesn’t censor himself. Unless what he really means is that I should date HIM, have meaninless sex with HIM, make HIM laugh. In which case, he is not being forthright, and is playing games, which might define him as malicious.
You know what I wish? I wish that we couldn’t lie. I wish we had to tell the total truth all the time. WAY too much of my time is spent trying to read between the lines and translate “man-speak” into English.
Fuck him. Men are more baffling than chicks any day. Our rules are simple: don’t take us for granted, and occationally consider our wellbeing. Their rules involve maximum sexual gratification for minimum commitment, like some grand poker game. Men complain that women are hard to understand? Newsflash, fellas. You’re just as baffling to us as we are to you.
Well, Swiddles is godammed tired of anteing up.