     Muna | Tuesday, April 03, 2001 - 10:08 am
This is a good example of how men and women view
the world differently.
HER STORY:
He was in an odd mood when I got to the bar to
meet him but I thought it
might have been because I was a bit late. He
didn't
say anything much about it. He seemed silent,
distracted, and his only eye
contact seemed rather judgmental. I decided,
maybe I should never wear that dress again. Well,
maybe it was the color.
Maybe I should never wear this color again. The
conversation was slow going so I thought maybe we
should go off somewhere
more intimate so we could talk more privately.
He didn't really seem to agree, but we went off
to this quiet little
restaurant. He's still acting a bit funny and I'm
trying to
cheer him up, be witty and tell cute stories but
I start to wonder whether
it's me, or something else. He doesn't smile much
so
I ask him if there's a problem and he says no.
But you know, I'm not really
sure. I wonder
and then I think about the 5 pounds I gained this
past month. I bet he
thinks I'm a fat hog now. Anyway, in the cab back
to his
house, I say that I love him and he just puts his
arm around me but doesn't
squeeze. I don't know what the hell this all
means
or what I should think because
you know he doesn't say it back or do anything.
We finally get back to his
place and I'm wondering if he's going to dump me
so I try to ask him about it but he just switches
on the TV. Reluctantly, I
say I'm going to bed and then, after about 10
minutes
or so, he joins me and we have sex. But he still
seems really, really
distracted so afterwards I just wanted to leave.
I roll over
and sniffle a little real quietly. He snores. I
dunno, I just don't know
what he thinks anymore. I mean, do you think
he's met
someone else?
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HIS STORY:
Shitty day at work. Tired. Got laid, though. |
