In the meantime.
This weekend, I happily fulfilled the role of the third wheel. My best friend’s new boyfriend insisted that I go out with them, despite my initial hesitance. During our threesome brunch, he started to ask me questions about my newest effbuddy. He wanted to know what attracted me to him, though I knew a relationship between us would never work. After I pretended not to hear him and sipped on my mimosa, he looked me straight in the face, “I know your type,” he said.
Instantly offended, I responded with a quick neck jerk, “What type is that?”
“You’re an alpha female. You’re used to getting everything you want, discard men that indulge your every whim and are attracted to men that challenge you and aren’t afraid to put you in your place.”
I tried to interject, but he continued, “You like men who debate you, and aren’t afraid to disagree with you. You love to argue and if someone agrees with you too easily, you don’t think they are worthy to be with. Stop fighting!”
For the first time in my life, someone shut my big mouth up. I had nothing to say. I was simultaneously angry and shamed. I felt as if that cliche nightmare – the one in which I’m onstage, naked in front of a huge audience — came true. He exposed me.
If a man can argue me passionately, we usually end up fighting in bed. I cannot resist a guy who stands up to me. I know it may sound sick, but there is a part of me that loves being told what to do. I guess that since I’m dominant and controlling in every facet of my life, that I’m attracted to men who can overcome me and dominate me.
I guess that’s what my new effbuddy does to me. We argued initially, every day. We still do. And, it excites me. He does not let me get away with trying to outsmart me because he is just as smart. He matches wits with me and never misses a beat and does not hesistate to tell me when I’m wrong.
Only, in dealing with him, I can’t even recognize right from wrong.
