Tuesday, October 17, 2006

 
Dope Withdrawal

Following the last electronic tiff, P has decided that enough is enough. The more she dwells on it, the further it piqued her.

Dope does not add very much value to her life.

It’s spring now and what better time to start emotionally cleaning house?

Almost a year has past and they are still back to square one.

It irritates her now (previously frustrated and somewhat slightly amused when she has her sense of humour) that he lacked spontaneity with everything. And how he is always so anal about everything- from hand washing his designer business shirts, to his precise habit of carefully folding his napkin to the smallest possible square that he could produce and to the way he looked so hard at the receipt each time he pays up for them… She used to laugh and say that his behaviour resembled more like a woman (well, the conventional ideal if you know what P means).

Ironically, his attentiveness stops just there. Not that he would notice her missing presence as with the last time, she stopped contact with him for a good two weeks for a more serious matter (attempted to make contact with her best friend on the sly- long distance!) and he thought she wanted some personal space. How convenient an excuse!

His life revolves around doing things on his terms, always disguised by that aloofness and his self proclaimed “slowness”. Well, let X run after him and be that virtuous wife-to-be. After all, their fates are sealed together. Maybe they are indeed meant for each other.

P has no time for his “slowness” and coy games and his ability to get it with her!

She has to be on the go.

Funny, P can bet you, he wouldn’t even realise that he has pissed her off big time this time round.

Why does she care when the provoker doesn’t even?

Ok, enough!

Comments:
sounds like he just doesnt fancy you enough..
 
I agree.

Think he's not that into me. Besides, our arrangement would come to no good end...

So it's time to move on...;)
 
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