"Did you miss me?" I asked merrily. A man of few words, whom I have dated on-and-off for three years, stopped by.
Inevitably, I get frustrated by his poor communication skills and break it off. He is unable to talk about his feelings.
"When you are gone, there is a hole in my life, and a hole in my heart," he replied.
That was poetic. I don't want to read too much into his words. Some may guess he loves me. I assume he's lonely.
His actions do not show that he cares about me. He often disappears for weeks on fishing trips, and doesn't call or reply to my texts. Radio silence. That feels awful.
That's the trouble with men who can't express their feelings. You're left guessing.
Why do I keep trying? I have a high libido and he is an extraordinary lover.
"This is against my better judgment," I said with a grin, crawling on top of him naked. He laughed. Then all hell broke loose.