© 2012 victoriadelgadillo

“striking appearance”

Yesterday when I saw him, he tells me that he has planned out my whole weekend and starts telling me all the things that he wants me to attend—he never says ‘with him’ though—and that un-gentlemanly behavior irritates me. My wall goes up. I feel myself getting annoyed. My mouth says, “Ok”,  but my mind says “This is it! Finito.”  You can have your way with my time, my finances (because there are split entrance fees) and my life this once—but ONLY this time. Later, still irritated—I tell him that I am going to get him a book on etiquette. Just now typing this makes me laugh—because I know its weird. How many times have I said that to men in my life? Copy-paste.  This time, he just smiled and agreed that he is ‘rough’. I tell him about a last suitor who proclaimed to have an S&M fetish—pierced nipples and all.  How he grabbed me by the neck once when he was walking behind me–firm, masculine, but not to the point of hurt. I remember it felt HOT. Damn, what am I doing? Just now writing that, I wonder if I am looking for a caveman that can fold a napkin.

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