He was in an odd mood when I got
to the bar. I thought it might have
been my fault, because I was a bit late, but he didn't say anything much
about it. I don't remember doing anything to make him upset, but I could
tell there was something wrong! The conversation was quite slow going,
so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk
privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit
funny. I was getting really worried. What did I do? What was bothering
him? Was he mad at me? Is there someone else? That's it, he doesn't love
me because there's someone at the office. I went bezerk with that thought and had a few beers. Drunk I always start crying and pestering him, do you love me, do you really love me? He said 'sure'. I continued to wonder what was bothering him. Was it me or something else? I asked him if he was upset with me, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. In the cab on the way back to his house, I said that I loved him,
and he just put his arm around me! I didn't know what the hell that meant because, you know, he doesn't say I love you too honey or anything. There must
be someone else. We finally got back to his place and I was wondering if
he was going to break up with me. Why didn't he want to talk about this?
So I tried to ask him about it, but he just switched on the TV. Why
would he rather watch TV than talk to me? Especially when I'm hurting like this! Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to sleep, hoping he would get the hint that I was upset and wanted to talk. And he said FINE. OK.
I was so hurt that he was out there
watching TV while I was in here
going through emotional turmoil. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined
me in bed. We had sex. I thought that maybe he would open up after we
shared an intimate experience like that, but he still seemed really
distracted. So afterwards, I just wanted to leave because I was so
upset, but I just cried myself to sleep. He didn't even notice how upset
I was! I don't know. I just don't know what he thinks anymore. I don't
know what to feel anymore. I'm on emotional overload. I'm so confused. I
don't think he loves me anymore. Why does he have to play mind games
with me? I mean, do you think he's met someone else he likes better? Am
I about to be dumped? Maybe I should leave him first! Bite the Bullet. I
gotta do it. I'll tell him I found someone else. That's it. I have to do it.
HIS EXPERIENCE OF THE NIGHT.
Played fer shit today -- shot 93
- can't putt. Wonder if the guys
noticed. Probably did. They were keepin' tight score. DAMN. I hate when
that happens. Great dinner. Gimme Fried chicken and I'm a happy man.
Felt kinda tired after dinner. But good ole Ruby came thru. Got laid
anyway. She's the greatest. I ought to get around to popping the
question one of these days. ..ZZZZZZZZZZZ (SNORE.)
PREDICTION: This hysterical woman
will drop him and he will marry the next girl who cooks crispy fried chicken.
He will be a great husband, loyal. He'll pay
the bills, love his children, go to the grave early with all that chicken. And her?
She will be in sad solitude the rest of her life and her habit of over thinking things will slowly winnow away to a monastic mind mantra of quietude.