"I don't like you," she says. It's an odd thing to say first thing in the morning
. Odder still, considering she is whispering this to my back, her right arm wrapped around my waist as we lie bare under covers in her almost noon bed
. It's a Saturday and she is explaining her distaste for me as she does a pretty fair imitation
on my shoulders. "You are arrogant and impatient, neither of those are good traits, you should know this..."
There are so many things I could say but she seems more in the mood for a monologue, so I let her go.
"I don't think we will get along well because I don't like your choice of clothing and you're still in school and I'm not. I just think you should be aware of the hurdles.." She continues on like this for a bit, while her hands are exploring regions she seems less bothered by at present. It's a struggle not to laugh out loud, but I resist.
Crawling on top of me, with a face that is serious and calm, she tells me how ill fated this enterprise will be. "It never works with me, ok? Guys want things from me I can't give them and I want attention they aren't willing to give. It's destined to fail, is what I'm saying." I finally burst out laughing and her serious face dissolves into rolled eyes and a grin she can't hold back. She leans down for a kiss or three and then pulls away long enough for a serious glance- one of those head turned to one side assessments: "You don't believe a word I just said, do you? "
I shake my head and she dives back on me. I think her last word was "good", but I'm not sure.
You can tell I'm not that good of a listener.