I agreed to share a study table with you, Mr. Strange Guy. That does not mean that you can keep sneezing and coughing without covering your face and asking me about my computer.
I offered to do your part of our group project at work because you said your mom was sick, that does not mean you can go take a two hour lunch with your boyfriend.
I invited you to Thanksgiving at my parent’s place, that does not mean you have to talk over everyone else at the table and tell my sister about how much you already love me.
I follow you on twitter, that does not mean that I want to hear you desperately try to make your life seem interesting and intriguing.
I asked you what your occupation is, that does not mean spend an hour telling me about how high stress your job is and how rich you are because of that job.
I took you to the New Moon screening, that does not mean that I’m going to agree to bite your neck or howl like a wolf when we have sex.
I said I’d meet you and your new boyfriend for a drink, that does not mean I’ll sit there for four hours while you two grope each other and tell me about how much you love each other.
