Am I wrong because I don't want to have conversations with strangers on the internet that I'd rather connect with somebody that I know and can see and I don't know I mean... I get that's how Jerry and I met, but now it seems transactional. Here's a picture of my vagina. Send me a picture of your dick. Oh let's be friends. No! Did I become a prude? Am I abnormal? I don't understand.... And I'm supposed to be just okay that they're still friends. I'm sorry I'm not sending my vagina to other people. When I said "I do" I meant you and you alone. So if you're sending anyone dick pics it should be me. But please don't because I'm not one of your little side chicks
I get that I'm a fundamental kind of person. I ask the usual question when you get home. How was your day? What did you get for lunch? Anything new? ...and of course, you give me your run-of-the-mill answers. Fine, blah blah blah... But then a day later you send me a picture of something that you bought while you were at a store and expect me not to start "narrating possible situations" because you don't write anything with that picture. I'm just supposed to know. This is why I feel confused and left out of your world. Because you don't share those little details that I would love to get. I know....basic girl crap....you know what? It's basic because that is how it should be ...basic information sharing.
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