Oh, god. For the love of- she couldn't... she couldn't calm down enough to explain it to him. Even the way she sighed was frantic, and she smacked her hands together.
"Look, you don't just... you don't kiss other women when you're with someone, you shove 'em off, you tell 'em to go-" That wasn't right. She couldn't just tell him that, that wouldn't mean anything. Not if he wanted to kiss other women. She couldn't just... set the parameters as 'me and that's it forever'. That wasn't... right. He had to know he had options, even if she didn't... particularly want to tell him. It didn't count if he stayed with her because he didn't know to do otherwise. She turned away from him again and started walking a bit more slowly than before. Just so that she could rub her eyes without him seeing. Not crying. Not crying. Not crying. She cleared her throat and didn't look at him as she spoke. "Because it hurts. But that's not... the point. D'you want... there are other women out there besides me. Cleverer. You could have any of them, d'you realize that? You don't have to just... there's more out there than me. Just because I'm... here doesn't mean you have to stay with me. If you want to go snog that tart in the bar, it's fine, yeah? Just... go do it. When you're with a person, you're with one person. You choose 'em, and it has to be mutual, and it doesn't... have to be with me."
Did that cover it? Probably not. She sounded chavvy and stupid and hysterical and like... like a jealous, petty girlfriend. That's what she sounded like.
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Date: 2011-12-30 10:53 am (UTC)"Look, you don't just... you don't kiss other women when you're with someone, you shove 'em off, you tell 'em to go-" That wasn't right. She couldn't just tell him that, that wouldn't mean anything. Not if he wanted to kiss other women. She couldn't just... set the parameters as 'me and that's it forever'. That wasn't... right. He had to know he had options, even if she didn't... particularly want to tell him. It didn't count if he stayed with her because he didn't know to do otherwise. She turned away from him again and started walking a bit more slowly than before. Just so that she could rub her eyes without him seeing. Not crying. Not crying. Not crying. She cleared her throat and didn't look at him as she spoke. "Because it hurts. But that's not... the point. D'you want... there are other women out there besides me. Cleverer. You could have any of them, d'you realize that? You don't have to just... there's more out there than me. Just because I'm... here doesn't mean you have to stay with me. If you want to go snog that tart in the bar, it's fine, yeah? Just... go do it. When you're with a person, you're with one person. You choose 'em, and it has to be mutual, and it doesn't... have to be with me."
Did that cover it? Probably not. She sounded chavvy and stupid and hysterical and like... like a jealous, petty girlfriend. That's what she sounded like.