Apropos of a conversation about safety.
What's in a number? Its no big deal.
If you don't like me, you can just block,
right? The gaslighting starts right there.
Because what you're really saying,
in that innocuous little question is:
You're over reacting. Hysterical female.
Drama queen. Don't you trust me? No.
Of course I don't. I don't know you.
If i don't trust you to bind me, or blind me,
then I don't trust you enough to give you access
to me. To my life. My privacy. The block?
What bullshit. When you have my number,
you have my number. And I can block yours,
but I can't block your work phone. Your
friend's phone. The phone in the bar
where you know the barman and it's cool,
man. There are a million ways you could call,
am i supposed to block them all? I can't.
Don't give me your number, because
There is a question there, too. An expectation.
Tit for tat. My 393 for your 707. Subtle
pressure. Quiet manipulation. You don't mean
anything by it? You're a nice guy? Trust you?
Trust me. We've heard that all before.