TM Topic: What is your worst quality as a significant other?
Is this a joke? Heh heh.
Oh, I suppose my worst quality could be the dark, bleeding heart I have for the women that've hurt me in my past, making me walk the night a shadow of the man I once was, prone to inner torment and self loathing with my only avenue of release in those whose blood I spill on these tainted hands.
... or I could be full of bullshit. I vote bullshit. I hope you caught the sarcasm before because I was laying it on pretty thick.
My worst quality as a significant other is that I simply don't care about you. It could be that I either can't or just plain don't want to, but let's face it. You're on your own. I've had my share, don't get me wrong. I was the mystery of high school guys and that made me a magnet for most the bad girls and goth chicks who thought they had something in common with me. Well, and one good girl, but that's a whole other story altogether. They were an easy lay and then they turned into a faucet of tears the next day. "Wah wah he doesn't love me waah!" I'm not sure if you realize just how nails-on-a-chalkboard annoying that can be after the eighth or fifteenth time. It isn't as if I never warned them. I've always said that I wasn't the type of guy to be anyone's boyfriend. I guess they figured that somehow they were special, so much more beautiful than the rest, and would find a way to tame the wild side of my heart. Could they have been any more stupid?
The closest thing to a relationship I had in the last years of my life is Star but even with her we were never truly an item. She was mine, to put it bluntly. I owned her like Max owned me. The only difference is I could never get a real handle on her because she refused to kill after I fed her my blood which, in turn, served as an obstacle. But still, I figured maybe the crew could do with a girl's touch. Yeah, well, nobody's perfect, right?
Love is only meant for the weak. I'm not meant to be your husband. I'm not meant to be your boyfriend or your lover. In fact, I'm not even the type of guy you bring home to mother, unless it's to measure her for a coffin size.
Oh, I suppose my worst quality could be the dark, bleeding heart I have for the women that've hurt me in my past, making me walk the night a shadow of the man I once was, prone to inner torment and self loathing with my only avenue of release in those whose blood I spill on these tainted hands.
... or I could be full of bullshit. I vote bullshit. I hope you caught the sarcasm before because I was laying it on pretty thick.
My worst quality as a significant other is that I simply don't care about you. It could be that I either can't or just plain don't want to, but let's face it. You're on your own. I've had my share, don't get me wrong. I was the mystery of high school guys and that made me a magnet for most the bad girls and goth chicks who thought they had something in common with me. Well, and one good girl, but that's a whole other story altogether. They were an easy lay and then they turned into a faucet of tears the next day. "Wah wah he doesn't love me waah!" I'm not sure if you realize just how nails-on-a-chalkboard annoying that can be after the eighth or fifteenth time. It isn't as if I never warned them. I've always said that I wasn't the type of guy to be anyone's boyfriend. I guess they figured that somehow they were special, so much more beautiful than the rest, and would find a way to tame the wild side of my heart. Could they have been any more stupid?
The closest thing to a relationship I had in the last years of my life is Star but even with her we were never truly an item. She was mine, to put it bluntly. I owned her like Max owned me. The only difference is I could never get a real handle on her because she refused to kill after I fed her my blood which, in turn, served as an obstacle. But still, I figured maybe the crew could do with a girl's touch. Yeah, well, nobody's perfect, right?
Love is only meant for the weak. I'm not meant to be your husband. I'm not meant to be your boyfriend or your lover. In fact, I'm not even the type of guy you bring home to mother, unless it's to measure her for a coffin size.