Fembots: The New Breed of Women
Me: "There was nothing left to say. I outgrew them."
Him: "That's not nice."
Me: "I never said that to them. I just stopped calling. What you don't
know can't hurt you."
Him: "There are things I don't know about you, baby."
Me: "Does that bother you?"
Him: "No. That's why I love you. You always keep me guessing."
Do I ever. Last weekend, we had dinner with my static-cling in-laws, who
make me feel like I'm going to break out in hives. Four long hours later, we
returned home, and he wanted to laze on the couch with me. I indulged him for a
moment, but his forearms began to feel like dumbbells on my shoulders. I
desperately craved a time-out from all the togetherness.
Like a puppy, he followed me into my office. I told him I needed to be
alone, to work, to hear my own thoughts. He smiled, gave a wink, and shut the
door behind him.
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