Well I’m surprised. I’m also feeling a bit sheepish.
I did all that wonderful ranting, and do you know what happened? Andy called me on it. I suppose that shoe leather could be an acquired taste…
So now I’m wondering if I was all wrong, or just part wrong. I know I was hypersensitive because of other situations in my life, and I suppose I could be the anathema to feminism and cite PMS as an excuse. Still, there was definitely an uncomfortable vibe between us Sunday night.
I guess it’s possible that he was just “down” that night. Lord knows I’ve been having nights (and days) like that myself. I guess I’ll have to engage myself in one of those conversations with him (you know, the ones I swore off in my last post) and try to get to the bottom of this.
In the meantime, I feel like a bitch now for having lashed out in anger before talking to him. I didn’t discuss this with him, however, for two reasons: it’s difficult to get him to be serious with other people around, and I usually don’t want to call him because I’m afraid he might be sincere when he tells me how annoying I am. I got mad and posted on it here, because this is my sounding board and I had assumed he’d never bother to read my livejournal.
I find it really hard to understand and deal with the hot/cold treatment. Any advice on how to repair what I may have trampled all over?