So Silly

Sometimes you are persuaded into/coerced/forced into meeting meeting someone you don't want to meet. At least I do. And it's happened so many times, that persuasion, no matter how sly doesn't work anymore. Nowadays I go by my own hunch and what I think goes. It's safer for bother parties. Safer for me because I don't want to my dark side to make me say things (albeit true) which makes a mess out of an evening. Safer for the other party because possibly they wouldn't even begin to understand what I mean, and maybe laugh instead of cry. Which makes it even safer for the dragon inside me to stay asleep. Because that dragon, always so gentle and calm, will suddenly throw fireballs from his mouth. And I know through experience, that once it starts, it will not stop until it exhausts itself and gets messy. I am actually a shy, quiet individual who keeps herself to herself. I am probably not very exciting because I read too much, smoke too much and I cannot even make myself drink an exciting drink except for Diet Coke. I would love to try out the Margaritas, the Cosmopolitans... but alas I am boring. Boring... up to a point. Boring... until I am faced with a silly individual who thinks I am going to swallow her act, just has her lover, having been deprived of good sex for years, and suddenly intoxicated with probably bad fellatio has swallowed (pun not intended). I like women. A whole lot, probably more than is good for me. And I like silly women too because they make me laugh.. But I do not like women who are playing the silly part just to get their own ways which are most of the time financial. These women can play silly as much as they think it fit, but I have a right not to meet them. And that is just the situation I am in. I have said no. I have said why. The problem is that I am not even being heard. I have vocalised why not very very well, in fact I think I have given a very good speech not withstanding my shyness. The other problem is that a man whose vision is clouded by fresh sex is a strange man who becomes deaf. Not my problem. He actually keeps saying there is some misunderstanding. There are plenty of understandings all of which bad. That's all. But it seems I'm talking in Greek. Silly women. And sillier men who have not yet grasped the concept of blow-up dolls.