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This seems to be a theme with some of the men in my life. It isn't bad, I'm not writing one of those "tortured soul, why must they toy with me" blogs. But it does seem to be a recurring thing in my life.
C. is doing this sort of thing, like it is a sport. In fact, he called me (which he rarely does...usually it's me who picks up the phone) at midnight (he never does that) just to talk. We joked about sex, which is par for the course. Somehow we got onto the topic of being in love. He indicated that I was fun to toy with because I was still madly in love with him. I told him he was wrong, that I wasn't, other than madly in love with a friend from whom I desired nothing else. He said I was lying, because I had admitted to loving him before, and I told him cooly that the things I've done before don't necessarily apply to the present. He asked why and I told him it was a fruitless venture, to which he replied, "How do you know it's a fruitless venture?" I told him that I know him better than that, and I knew he wasn't in love with me. He snickered in my ear and told me that it was fun playing with my head. I told him the only way to really play with my head was to actually fall in love with me, and to please refrain from such overtures, because I couldn't deal with it. He laughed, said that I had taken all the fun out of messing with me, and went to bed. We have these sorts of conversations just about everytime we talk. It's weird. Then again, so is my life.
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Posted by sinsation on 2007-12-04 22:23:45 | Rating: | Views: 58
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