What’s your POV?
The other night, Tom and I got into our first little spat. Essentially, he complained that I don’t want to see him as much as he wants to see me.
And it’s true, I don’t. He wants to see me almost every day and that’s just a bit much for me. It doesn’t mean I don’t like him. I do – a lot. But I’m very independent and I’m not one of those people who needs to be with their significant other 24/7. (Wait… is he my significant other?)
Take these two situations:
Franka and Anthony: Siamese Twins
My friend Franka is with her boyfriend every damn minute of the day. They cannot do anything apart. I invite her to come over, she brings him. I take her out to lunch, he’s in tow. It’s like girlfriend has sprouted a 200-pound growth from her ass, and its removal is life-threatening…
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