Sometimes I wonder why I act the way I do sometimes. I can be such your typical girl and push buttons and prod about subjects that shouldn’t and don’t need to be discussed. Ok so this is what happened.

Charmer and I were talking about the last time we had gotten tested for Sexually Transmitted Diseases. It’s been about a year for me and 5 years for him. So my inquisitive self asked how many people he had slept with in that said amount of time. He paused then said 1. Well from what I do know about him, there was a short stint with a girl a few months ago so I brought her up and he shut up. Then since I don’t know when to stop sometimes, I asked him again and again he said 1. Then he said he didn’t want to talk about it which he shouldn’t have to and I completely agree. But I was a bit miffed that he was lying. At the same time though, had he turned that question around on me, I couldn’t give him an honest answer because I don’t know what the answer would actually be, I’m the Sam Jones (Sex and the City reference) of my world. So I then would make up a number that would be probably 1/10th of the actual number to appease him and make sure he doesn’t think I’m a SLUT. I’m not ashamed, but I do care to a degree what people think of me and the assumptions that are made.

Watching Charmer get a little peeved by my over inquisitiveness is a bit interesting though. I am slowly seeing how he argues, or reacts to near arguments. I am a passionate person and not that I like to pick fights, but I like to know how other people handle conflict and once in a while I like to cause a little heat to see how things fly. It’s important.

I still think it’s so cliched that I was upset at him for lying, but that I would do the same thing had it been the other way around.

Categories: Thoughts

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