glass menagerie

So random guy decides to sidle up next to me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, only they weren't sweet nothings, they were the alcoholic rumblings of a bar rat set loose in the cafe lined streets of tel aviv. He asks me why I'm not in a relationship. I wanted to tell him, "well, it's because I'm secretly an out of control meth addict and in fact this ice watermelon drink is really a crack infusion tinted pink". why do people more often than not fail to understand that I don't want to be in a relationship. Relationships to me are like snakes to Indiana Jones. Sex without consequence, pleasure without commitment, and the woman as the artisan of control is how it should be for me. Potential boyfriends be forewarned, I'll never be so silly that I would choose that path again. I'm done with love unless it's for a dog, fish, or parakeet.