It’s like this.
Don’t try to make me feel special if I’m not. Don’t kid with me as if you missed me with an “about time you came back,” don’t give me an intimate breathy hello how you doin’, or walk in front of me and face me to give me a private grin and a wink. Twice.
Don’t do that if you’re going to squeeze another girl’s arm when you don’t know I’m behind you, ask her persuasively if she’s going to be back tomorrow, give her a special goodbye (again not realizing I’m behind you) and revel in her flirtatious sing-songy “ByyYYYyyye.”
And what’s up with your dad trying to get me to room with her for the September trip? Well, to heed the advice of a good friend, “Keep your enemies close.” I see through her. She’s nice to me to impress you. It’s rather quite a joke. People are so two-faced. But then I’m multi-faceted.
I don’t appreciate your attempt to play me. I find it obscenely offensive. Thanks for fueling my workout. I hit the gym hard after I left the two-hour jujitsu class. Driving time noted, I tried to burn off my emotional glumness physically from 6:30pm to 10:30pm.
It’s not about a man anymore. It’s about no man, and yet every man. There is no more searching for “the one.” There is only “Screw you, and you, and you.” Get out of my face. I don’t want any of you and yet all of you are mine.