"You're right, and I'm sorry, I just don't like to talk about my life with anyone. It's not that it's a bad life; I'm just a very personal person and I like it that way." I looked down disappointed as he leaned over and cupped my chin in his hand.
He lifted it so that I was looking into his eyes.
"Give me some time; this friendship thing is new to me. You need to understand that I've never been just friends with a woman before." He said.
The thought of the tall beautiful woman entered my mind as he said that and with me and my big mouth I said.
"But you said you and that woman you're always with are just friends, so you have other women that are friends, right?"
He looked at me intently.
"It's different and I'd rather not discuss it now." He stop me from get into deep of his things.
The doorbell rang, and he got up to answer it. So I sat there wondering what the hell I was doing.
Was I playing a game? Was I his game? Was he using me to prove something?
