The Way I Eat Spaghetti

Was I just not paying attention? Not realizing? Is it even.. that way? Possible. Very. Especially if my stomach is reacting in such a way. And my chest. And my facial expression. Well, maybe eliminating him is good. The prideful attitude wasn't appealing to me, and nor was the countless suggestions of sexual intimacy. I don't want it. I'm not ready. I said that. Am I not angry enough to force respect? I've never met you, you never met me. You don't know my personality traits. The way I put on chap stick. The way I fall asleep or wake up. The way I eat spaghetti. You don't know any of that. Why would you want to be with me that way if you've never met me? I mean, what you want is probably something casual to you, where as to me it's incredibly special, something I've saved. Almost like a six year old and a dollar from the tooth fairy.

If I'm so confident that you're wrong then why I am sitting here eating chocolate chip cookie dough out of a bowl. I know why, because I was expecting you to understand. Watching The Ugly Truth certainly didn't help the mood any. Even if it is just a movie it seemed true, especially about you. But that is all beside the point. The point is that I told you how I felt and you became irritated with me. I'm already the victim of feeling uncomfortable, now you want to upset me by being disappointed in me? The worst anyone can be towards me. You're constantly disappointed with something, specifically if it's something you want that I won't give you. You're a grown man, not a spoiled brat. At least I thought so.

Anyways, the solution is simple. You either respect the fact that I'm uncomfortable with the subject and we can continue talking, maybe even someday hang out, or you can go on being irritated and disappointed and leave me the hell alone. It's so very simple. Don't expect me to give in and let you rape every rule I've ever set for myself. I'm a woman of will and opinion and I refuse to let some silly mindset boy ruin my life plans.