"You've got an attitude on you!" he smiled.
Not really, sweetheart, I have a personality. One I can switch on and off depending on whether I'm trying to drive people away or tolerate me a little longer. And, you with your sparkly eyes and adorable smile can definitely not be allowed to get any closer than this. You scream "player".
So, my frenetic energy side is on with you. The side that causes me to say absolutely every inappropriate thing that pops into my head. The side that makes you think I have an "attitude". The side that doesn't get attached. The only side you will ever see.
Frenetic Sarah is fun. I take her to bars, clubs, parties & BBQs. She wears bright pink stilettos and clothes other people have picked out. She walks differently and talks a lot. She fake smiles and insincere laughs her way through the night. Then, I take her home and tuck her into bed because she is exhausting. Really, how do people live like that?!
Sincere Sarah is quiet. She truly doesn't like to draw attention to herself. She thinks before she speaks. She listens. She waits. She feels. She sucks. So, she gets left at home most of the time.
When I meet someone and feel the instant attraction and/or chemistry, Sincere Sarah gets locked in the basement - for her own protection.
"You've got an attitude on you!" he smiled.
"Yeah, but you like it." I challenge.
"Write down your number for me."
"Yeah, but you like it." I challenge.
"Write down your number for me."
Here we go again. Thankfully, I know I can't keep up the act any longer than he'll be able to tolerate it.
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