Whose point is it anyway?

I met this guy. Now I meet guys all the time but I have one persuaded to give this guy a chance and I've agreed. I've only agreed because he has done some unsuspecting things. One of those things is telling me bedtime stories.
In the beginning he started out like any other guy; talking about sex and the things he want to do to me or he wants us to be doing. That irritates the living daylights out of me. Why can't guys just take me seriously and actually get to know me. What do I like? What's my favorite color? What is my birthday? What's important to me? My friends? Who are they? Why are they my friends?
Is it me or is it the age? Do I have to adapt to this new trend? This new phenomena of going straight to the point? And whose point is it anyway? Must be his because it isn't mine. I want that respect. I want to be admired for my brains. I want to be consulted. I want to be involved. I want to be the one who receives that phone call just because or to tell me something funny that just happened.
So this guy I met, let's call him The Listener, started of as one of those and backed off when I told him to just talk to me. Now he's back to his old tricks and I have written him off. secretly as he doesn't know it yet. I am about to go out and meet him and he is not aware that I have made him into a research project. How far will he go to get what he is not going to get?

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