Forgot the eggs
My friend came to visit me yesterday. It has been awhile since we've had a chance to talk one on one. Those moments come rare these days because I don't care to call her anymore. It's too much exercise to exclude her SO. Don't get me wrong, her SO is one of my best friends in the world. I like seeing him too. But you know how it is. They show up in a pair while I become the light bulb. Translate that to Chinese if you don't understand. No one wants to be the light bulb.Anyway, she wanted insight on my dating life and I adamantly refused to tell her on grounds that she belittles me and offends me greatly when I go into detail about girls. She assures me that she is only being genuine and is only concerned about me. I've been saying lately that I am an open book. Anyone can know all about my life. They need only ask. I don't mind her knowing about my love life. What I do mind is her commentating. Which is not to knock her. I know she's not being mean. She's just being herself. But it just rubs me the wrong way and puts me down. I mean really down. Those that know me, know that I have a hangup about girls. I mean, my self-esteem is based on how girls view me. Or at least how I think they view me. It's taken me a long time work past this problem and actually approach girls like a normal person.
So we talked all night dancing around the girl subject. I gave her tidbits into my love life even though I was steadfast against it. I was beginning to feel more comfortable and relent a little. Maybe I was wrong about her after all.
Then she says, "I can't wait until you're married and have your first kiss," she said with a devilish smile. "How are you going to do that when you don't like being touched?"
Oh gosh, I can't even keep quiet about my own little secrets. Can't even begin to count how many things are wrong with that statement.
posted by John @ 10:12 PM
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