Facebook suggests strangers I know better than you.
I share stories because I’m a story teller,
not out of trust or affection.
I tell you things like:
I’m emotionally distant,
I don’t like people touching me,
I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.
You tell me things like:
We could sleep together,
We can keep work and private lives separate,
We’re definitely talking about the same thing.
When I agreed to whatever fucked up friendship this was,
it was because you were sad, alone, and shared some interests with me.
Now, my boss keeps trying to proposition me for sex, in a thousand micro-offers, and he doesn’t seem to get that I’ve got his balls in a vice just waiting for a fucking excuse to squeeze.
I’m being nice because I thought I was your friend,
but proposition me one more fucking time.
I dare you.
