You need to spit it out, fast, before it poisons you.
Yesterday, I had a really good time on my birthday. I went to Assisi with Ale, and then we went to Cortona for dinner and had a really great bottle of wine, and a long talk.... where we discussed our relationship and we were pretty radically honest, and we dicussed our mutual 'defects' - and Ale told me the things that really bother him about me.
1.) I am wasteful - and leave lights on.
2.) He thinks I may be a bit unstable, though he has never seen it.
3.) He wishes I were 25 instead of 45.
Other than that, he loves my body, he likes my mind, he likes making love with me.
Now, I am not entirely sure... but what I think what he just said is this: You are a really great piece of ass, and I really want to continuing using you as such until you get really old and ugly, which will probably be in a matter of moments.
It feels good to be held in such high regard.
I think its time to spit him out. I think perhaps he should now have the opportunity to find a 25 year old with my mind attached. I wish him luck with that.
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