It's All About Me
Monday, January 28, 2008
Curveball..What the eff happened?
Out of left field I get smacked..by a fast speeding curveball.
FOUR nights in a row...a total record. F-O-U-R. or should I spell that F-O-U-L.
Obviously it was too much, I was totally pushing for it, just to beat the record. Not exactly the right reason.
I ended up staring at the front door as it closed ast 645am, as he quietly stormed his way out.
He's pissed, I'm hurt.
As usual, he came over, his version of 'soon' my version of 'later'. He was tired and slightly not impressed as he said my 'loud self' kept him up waaay too late (130, he had to be up at 615) *what do you want from me, there was a killer Dave Chappelle marathon on, shit was hard to turn off* LoL.
So he came in and went literally straight to the bedroom. No kiss hello. Hmmph.
Fine, we go right to sleep.
I happen to like my sexin at night. Buddaaaa since he was tired I let that slide.
He, likes to rise, and get it on. Sure fine. Not my style or preference but as he says, I start out saying 'No' but end up saying 'yes, yes' ..LOL
Well yesterday I said no and meant no. So he got no play.
This morning, I was willing to be persuaded.
Lets just say it was a disaster.
Both of us not impressed with the other's lack of effort. He had to leave for work anyway. BUT. He got up out the bed, dressed and flew the coop. *Deuces*
No goodbye. No kiss.
Yes I was pissed.
I sent a txt simple to the point and accepting my behaviour, acknowledging we both could have done differently with a better result and that I was sorry for my part. Wished him a good day.
Is being the bigger person, a pacifist? Because I don't want to fight, don't like tension or difficult situations lingering. Am I wrong to assume we both have a responsibility to the situation...??
Whatever.
Four fucking nights too much I guess.. Make that four 'not fucking' nights.. ;-)
