Tuesday, September 18, 2012
how does someone stop playing?
I will do everything in my power to not stay the night. And if I'm too drunk to wobble my ass home you can bet I'll be gone by 6 a.m. without a word.
"Without a word" being the key phrase there. I will actually try to get through the whole deal "without a word." Literally he will ask me where I want him to finish and I wont say anything until the third time he asks. I don't want to talk to you.
Here's the real issue, I know how to rub my body against the male figure in a way that gets them excited and I love doing it. I love when I can get a poor dude to follow me around a bar buying me drinks and grabbing my waist while I just do the thing I could do forever: dance. No talking involved.
The problem is that after a night of vodka tonics on his card I feel like I owe him me, under the sheets. Which is fine, I'll give you my body for two hours, it's part of the game right? Whatever. Just don't expect me to talk to you during or after. Especially after.
Somewhere along the line I started to believe that sex is literally the only reason a guy would talk to me. No matter where we are or what kind of guy he is. Even if that's not what he wants, I will assume it is and probably give it to him. Because I like the game, I like to please people and I honestly don't understand other reasons why the opposite sex would talk to me.
So as you can see I've been training myself to be too immature for this "relationship" thing for a long time. I shut people out who show interest in me because I honestly just don't believe them. I don't give enough of myself for anyone to even know if they like me, so clearly they don't know what they're saying. This is still about sex right?
No?
oh.
Just run the other way because you're not going to have enough patience for me. Literally you would have to walk me through every step.
-historically a non-communicative disappointment
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