The new one says
casually
I like you.
I say, I like you, too.
We continue driving
barely touching fingers.
That new one
with his easy smile
that I sense is not so easy.
The new one
who will never win my complete adoration
Typical manspeak he meant it as a compliment
It wasn’t.
He said
I like hanging out with you
and that is the same as saying
fuck you.
The unexpected bite at the end made it hurt.
I am so honored to have made it hurt! Thank you for that, B!
I really like this, medicatedlady.
I like how you illustrated the very perceptive way the words the guy said were translated into something with a completely different meaning.
Simple, short and powerful.
🙂
It’s a great poem. If he meant it as a compliment then it was a compliment regardless of your ability to twist into something painful. “The quality of mercy is not strained,
😦 i feel bad for the guy! 🙂
Jessie – that’s blasphemy around here! 🙂
Bryan – I know I am on risky ground 🙂 haha!
C’est la vie medicatedlady. Next time when a guy tells you he likes hanging out with you, tell him he will be wonderful material for a story about the dating lapses of certain types of men. 😉
You know, she’s given this website address to former gentlemen callers. They’re probably reading these comments. Shout out to ya, boys!
Hey whats wrong with hanging out? There’s no winning, no wonder I hang out alone, wishing I had luminous hair.
I am fearless and after it’s done, the menz can read at will. Could be about one gentleman or the other or a composite or fiction.
Oh, “hanging out.” Bindo, in my experience, that phrase means the guy cannot even bear to say he’s dating someone, much less able to contemplate a real relationship. The Asshole that Was, said we were “hanging out” for six months. Fuck that shit. Admittedly, I force the fork in the road very early on: we “hang out” or we date. If you “hang out” on the front end, it does not seem to ever go anywhere. I need a man willing to take the jump. I do this out of neediness and wishful thinking. I also do this because I’m tired of dicking around. I’ve been there, done that.
Paul Andrew, thank you! I *try* to go for concise as much as possible. My experience with men on the whole colors my relationships now so that when one thing is said, something else entirely is heard.
Paul, “the road to hell was paved with good intentions.” The way I see it, my ability to see meaning has its good and bad sides. So some of my tranlations are harsh or even completely wrong…everyone’s translating words and experiences into different words and experiences.
Jessie, you are hearby banished from the island. Pack your things and go.
Val, no joke. As a parting gesture the ones are mean characters, I should make business cards and say, “Happy trails, asshole. I will fucking annihilate you on my blog at Medicatedlady.” If they are perfectly good people, and I have dated some (but I don’t really do happy poems often), then I will say, “Good luck to you. Do not go to the following website.”
No! What must I do to be unbanished 😦 *hangs head in shame*
Motherhood has softened you, ML.
I once read a line in a novel that said:
“I could never love a man who said Oh ho! and then laughed ha HA!.”
I know just what both of you mean.
At leaswt you can not complain dear lady, you get to pick up as many guys as you want, that gives you plenty of chances of having eventually the right one.
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