Edited by kanga 40
“Damn” I said aloud to myself. What does she want from me? No matter what I do, it seems I’m always on the defensive.
It all started several months ago when I met her in a chat room. We hit it off, and decided to meet to get to know each other. We had a great intimate evening, making love and chatting away the night. Since, we enjoyed our company and seemed to get along well, we decided to keep in touch by telephone, chat or e-mail, because she lived several hundreds miles away.
I sensed a certain mood swing in her from time to time. Some evenings she would toy with me, and others she would almost bite my head off. Women! Who could even begin to understand them!
I was determined to roll with the punches, and continue to enjoy my relationship with her regardless of some minor bickering. Almost every evening we stayed in touch, either by phone, chat or e-mail. We often e-mailed back and forth amusing messages, some sexual in nature, toying with each other.
The trouble began the following morning, after I had sent her a rather crudely worded message, strictly in jest. Unfortunately, she didn’t think it all that funny.
The tranquility of a nice weekend morning was shattered when she called, venting her anger, for receiving such a rude message. Don't be so sensitive, I argued, it was meant as a jest. She became angrier and hung up on me. All right, maybe it was a bit insensitive, but she didn’t even give me the chance to apologize. Why get all worked up? Can’t she take a joke?
I called her back, trying to smooth things over, after all, I was sorry and didn’t want to leave the incident hanging. She got even angrier, hinting to terminate our relationship. A suggestion was made that maybe I should look for someone else. I lashed back at her, accusing her also of being insensitive to my needs, being nice one day and tearing off my balls the next. You provoke me she lashed back, not your fault, we have a personality conflict - on and on she went. Nothing was settled, we only got angrier at each other. Well, two can play that game, I thought, deciding not to call her again.
A week passed, she didn’t call. I really missed her and decided to give in and call, hoping for amends. She answered, rather reserved, but after a brief conversation, she agreed to have dinner with me the following weekend in her city.
Since it was a long drive, I left earlier, to be on time for our late evening date. I picked her up at seven at her apartment, presented her with a dozen red roses, her favorite flower. With a faint smile, she thanked me for the roses. She looked absolutely beautiful, sexy clingy black evening gown, slit on the side, showing off her curvy legs, low cut, exposing amble cleavage. I complimented her appearance, and with a strained look she gave me a peck on the cheek.
Although she was pleasant and civil through dinner, there still was this tenseness, and it began to annoy me. Several hours later we went back to her apartment, she invited me in for a glass of wine. Since it was late, I asked her if I could crash on the couch and drive back early morning. She reluctantly agreed. We had a few more glasses of wine and decided to call it a night. She again gave me a small peck on the cheek, entered her bedroom, closing the door. Oh, well, I thought, nothing got resolved and the evening turned out to be a total disaster. The more I thought about it, the more upset I felt. I decided to confront her, to heal the rift between us.
