Dear sometime girlfriend,

What do you want from me?

No, really. What do you want from me? That’s all I really want to know.

I know I’m not supposed to care about what you want from me. I am supposed to be self-centered. That way you can feel good about being self-centered too.

But I don’t believe it. My chivalrous instinct says that this cannot be so. You are woman, I am man, and I give you what you want. Even if I don’t know what that is.

Which is why I’m asking. What do you want from me?

I thought you said I was good at being self-centered. As soon as you tell me to be self-centered, I wuss out. As soon as you tell me to block you out of my mind, I can’t do it.

If I told you not to think about pink elephants, would you think about them?

Yes. You would think about them. You’d feel guilty for thinking about them. You’d wonder why you were thinking about them, which would only cause you to think about them more.

Pink elephant. What do you want from me?

Just tell me the truth. It doesn’t even matter if I can do it for you. Tell me you want to hang out. Tell me you want to snuggle. Tell me you want a pony. I don’t care. Just tell me.

Tell me you want silence. It’s yours.

Just tell me. What do you want from me?

-Me

Posted on October 4th, 2004 by Lee
Tagged: Life