Falling for an Idea

I look pretty.
I sound pretty.

I am "The perfect ideal".
I get told regularly I'm "perfect", "sexy", "amazing", "everything I've been looking for."

But... You don't know me.
("You" is general, not a specific person.)

You don't know about my tastes. My desires. My limits. What gets me going and what stirs my blood faster than a partner admitting to cheating.

I can figure you out from a couple of conversations if I try.

You never ask either. It's always about you.
You think if I know more about you, I'll be so blinded by and in love with your "domliness" that you can string me along.

But... I'll call you out.
I won't let you get away with wasting my time.
I won't let you push for my attention then never use it.

My entire thought process after this s**tshow of a year, having been failed by several people and having had to end engagements - Actions speak louder than words.

Am I tired? Immensely.
Am I jaded? Without question.
But... I've had enough.

I hate people who fall for the idea of me.

Because it's not me.