Roses and Violets

For only the second time in my life, today I was given a poem by a boy. The first poem I ever received was from my much younger boyfriend of a couple of years ago. He had enormous depth. The one I received today is a double quatrain from the museum guy of last week.

You know, the guy I spent one hour with.

WTF.

The poem refers to me always being "of a sunny disposition", which only points out even more than I already knew how much he thinks he knows me. And how little he does. I responded graciously but I also pointed out in short order an example of me not being of a sunny disposition. The example I used was that of last weekend when I ripped a sexist asshole a new one in a bar during my date with Older Guy. I did not refer to the date obviously as that would have been in poor taste but the scene Asshole and I made was the point, not the date.

I wish I was flattered and I know this guy is smart and creative and making an effort. But the absolute 5th-graded courtship ideals and emotional immaturity of his choosings really get my goat.

I guess I just think maturity is really sexy.

The alternative is so not.