Then I try to play vindictive - which never really works for me or do me any good; because I suck at it and only to you it seems I'm playing games.
That's where you're wrong.Complete opposite; because I wish you knew how frustrating it gets -- like ants pinching you in random places; it drives you nuts at first. So I get angry because with effort it has no effect...only makes you powerful to be cynical -- vindictive; which at first was my intention and the frustration builds.
So I worry more. Don't do that. I will lose.
I'm good at losing because I hate games. But that only makes me hurt more because you think its funny to see me have these tantrums - frustrated because I DON'T want to look cute throwing (meaningless but relevant)...tantrums.
I want to look like and make you feel, when a really attractive woman walks towards the bar while she orders her whiskey.
That I want; to be in her five inch heels at that moment.
Don't do that. It transforms me into a two year old. Boyfriends don't like two year olds, they prefer them desirable. It makes me despise women like her walking in and such perfect timing too, and that's when I'm the over-jealous two year old.
Now have your whiskey and come back when you want more.
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