I have a good friend, Mr R, or.. at least I consider him a good friend. I met him through a mutual (at the time) good friend, sometime ago now, and we have chatted on and off since then. He was always polite, and rather 'proper'... which is a bit odd for my usual run of friendship circles. I liked him well enough tho. Then he disappeared for several weeks and when I next see him, he isn't at all much like I remembered. People change though, and I was willing to accept that. One day, he asks to meet up with me, which was a first, and we took it to town. Over the course of the next hour or so, I discover he has a liking for my odd sense of 'bubbly' random personality. It kinda blows me away for a bit, since I never even considered this guy.. and my stunned reel of reaction, apparently, wasn't at all what he was looking for. He gives me a 'stiff upper lip', tells me that he he does not appreciate pity, and leaves me standing there. Now, -since when- does my natural flirt/friendliness or even that of a speechless/stunned reaction translate into pity? I could see a possible dismayed reaction.. thinking I might not feel the same for him or such, but pity? Why on earth would I pity him? (... wanders off dizzily, muttering under her breath about haughty tin cans and stuffed shirts.)
oof... gots a nasty headache.
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