I knew before I even properly met my boyfriend that he was a charmer and some ladies just love him. Hey, he charmed me after all, and some of my friends before me. I think I was just being naive in thinking that once he had a girlfriend that girls would automatically avoid him, though I'm not saying that I don't want any girls talking to him at all since that would be hypocritical of me. 80% of my close friends are guys and I spend as much time with them as I do with him. It's just when he comes home from work with the 3rd cute little picture drawn for him by some girl who only comes to the cafe to see him and confide in him, and constantly talking about, doing things for, and worrying about a girl he lives with, trusty old insecure Gen pops up and wonders 'maybe he doesn't actually like me, he just needs some bed company and is tolerating all the in-between crap because he knows I'll still get into bed with him at the end of the night'.
I'll never say these things to him though, because I try to keep my neurotic, typically female thoughts to myself. There's enough crazy bitches around for me to start acting like one of them.
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