There are two sides to every story.
Her side of the story:
He was in an odd mood Sunday night. We planned to meet at a bar for a
drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it
might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but
didn't say anything much about it. The conversation was very slow going
so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk
more privately.
We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a little funny. I
tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or
something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure.
So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him
deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what that
meant, because you know, he didn't say it back or anything.
We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave
me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10
minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still
seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him
but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore.
I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else.
His Side of the Story:
The Rams lost. I got laid though.
1977 Yamaha RD 400 French Blue
1977 Yamaha RD 400 Chappy Red
1984 Suzuki Gamma
Her side of the story:
He was in an odd mood Sunday night. We planned to meet at a bar for a
drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it
might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but
didn't say anything much about it. The conversation was very slow going
so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk
more privately.
We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a little funny. I
tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or
something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure.
So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him
deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what that
meant, because you know, he didn't say it back or anything.
We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave
me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10
minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still
seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him
but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore.
I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else.
His Side of the Story:
The Rams lost. I got laid though.
1977 Yamaha RD 400 French Blue
1977 Yamaha RD 400 Chappy Red
1984 Suzuki Gamma
