Keep Distance!!

I spent a night hearing about your childhood. And another evening about your failed love affairs.

I was tired, and out of sorts and your strong personal beliefs about your character and the obvious contradictions with the descriptions of your behaviour made me weary. But I gave you a patient ear all the same.

Maybe I understand your need to unburden, even to a relative stranger, maybe I don’t. But don’t exoticize my melancholy, don’t romanticize my distress. For a self-proclaimed ‘sensitive’man, the most insensitive thing you could have done was to expect me to reveal myself to you. I refuse to be an object of curiosity.

I might shed a tear or divulge a memory in conversation with a close friend or in the arms of a lover, when I know it will be received with the greatest love. But I really have no need or desire for ‘help’ from a casual acquaintance, however wise you may think yourself to be.

Another thing, if you were trying to ingratiate yourself with me by saying you hate women who think they’re beautiful implying that I have more ‘depth’, know this: I think I’m breathtakingly beautiful so you can go take a hike.