Blog of a Penguin

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Except I'm not

Where did that come from? I'm I controlling? Am I really that egotistical? Or was she just pissed because I heard something she didn't want to get back to me? Whatever. Fuck it.

You know, I really did like you. I'm sorry that you misinterpreted me. But then, it's not really my job to interpret the things that I say for you. Maybe it didn't come out the way I meant it, or maybe you just distorted it through your own twisted lenses. Sorry, but I have a hard time taking you seriously when you have made absolutely zero effort to get to know me. Don't pretend like you do.

I know what's bugging me about it. I'm usually such a strong judge of character, and I didn't see this coming. At all.

Well fuck you lady. I'm not a creep. I'm not one of those guys who treats women like a piece of property. And most importantly, I don't have to answer to you. You don't know the first thing about me, let alone where I'm coming from. I'm a GOOD boyfriend. And I know it. Just because you only know about guys from the ones you pick and the way they treat you, don't assume we're all the same.