Well my on one week off the next week is back on with me. Setting the trend for the on again off again bandwagon.
After spending the last 24 hours with her we have come to an understanding. I am a prick but a relatively good natured one. Yes, I’ll bitch and moan about shit but for the most part I’m mostly amenable. My royal ego does’t really give a shit.
Stopped by her bar for a drink. She came over an apologized for screaming at me instead of just hitting me with a god powder fist. Likely would have survived but it’s pretty functional. Not?
However there is always caveats to deal with.
I Can Be Difficult
I am what I am and that is all I am or some shit like that from Popeye. I get I can be a pain in the ass and don’t really give a shit about others feelings. It is what it is and if you can’t deal with that don’t really expect me to change any time soon. If you gently hint I am being an ass the usual slap upside my head will generally deliver the message clearly.
I may be obtuse but if you don’t tell me I am being an asshole thats on you not me. I get it, we all try and be on our best behaviour for pussy. Thing is when you live in a place like I do, big deal. You could on your last dollar and breath and still laid here.
Therefore sex isn’t a motivating factor for me. I really don’t give a shit and she know it. I’m like big deal, I can get laid any time day or night so if you are pissed at me big fucking dealing. I’ll go get some strange. In fact, I’m off to Ban Chang tomorrow!
Taking It Slow
Dealing with me is not something anyone can adapt to overnight and we have tried several times. I’m like you do what you need to do. There is no Monger Travels retirement plan. Get your ass to work and I really don’t to flying fucks what you do. That’s not something I really fucking care about. Admittedly she’s a cashier and she can be barfined but rarely does so and if she is it’s someone she knows anyways. Honestly, I personally don’t give a fuck but she does. She likes working but she’s not big on the barfine thing. She generally declines and like I said she knows I really don’t give two shits.
With all that on the open we are “on again”. I honestly like her. I’m like, I really don’t give two shits if you yell at me provided it’s warranted. Also, I’m fucking clueless about a lot of things so if you don’t tell me I don’t have a fucking clue. She was like you really suck at relationships. I’m like why do you think I am a monger? She basically went touché.
So It’s On Again
We will see how long this one lasts. We had a good chat and spent time together just talking and hanging out. She was happy that I finally admitted I suck at relationships. She was also pleased I don’t give 2 shits about her giving me subtle signs that I screwed up. Look, I miss social queues all the time so I’m like if you don’t tell me how the hell am I supposed to know.
Will see how long this lasts. I’m not changing any of my current lifestyle habits. If it sticks great. If it doesn’t great. I honestly have zero opinion one way or another. I know what I am like and what I am. So take it one day at a time. I made it clear I am not the saviour taking her out of the bars. I made it very clear I didn’t give two shits one way or the other.
So for now I’m sorta in something but fuck if I know what it is. Will see how it goes.