It's odd, I had not thought about Peter in a while, but I feel an odd surge of guilt this evening.
I do feel bad for not giving him the loving relationship he wanted so desperately.
I tried, but I got increasingly fed up because it was a compromise, not what I wanted.
This one night we sent some intimate messages back and forth and then afterwards he was talking and talking about his feelings and how in love he was and how it was so great to have this love and closeness in his life.
And I went on autopilot and said the right mushy things, but I was getting increasingly irritated because I really wanted a game of rapid or blitz, but obviously I couldn't go play chess while keeping up a conversation with him, because my attention would be split in 2 and I'd blunder.
And I kept up a facade and privately seethed because Jesus Christ, are you done? I JUST want to sip Red Bull and have a game of rapid chess and you won't bloody shut up about love this and love that, PLEASE just GO to BED you're pissing me off and I'm gonna have a terrible case of the blunders now because you're in my head, oh my God you're actually still going, how do you manage to say so many words about cuddling, dear God can I go now
And I felt a mixture of delight and pent up rage when he finally ran out of mushy things to say and went to bed. Took it all out on my opponents via some fast loose and reckless tactics. Hey, it worked. I lost a few but I won more. Blundered a lot but thought my way out of it. I was down a ton of material at one point but did some complicated maneuver with my queen and won.
That's bad isn't it? The poor man wanted to be loved, and I just. wanted. to go play some rapid or blitz. IN PEACE.
It goes against every ideal of mine to just not give a crap about someone's feelings like that, yet here I am, not giving a crap.
I guess there's a reason why men write songs comparing us to black widow spiders, she-wolves, mantises and scorpions.