Wes and I have been working on our relationship lately (like when are we NOT?). Actually, I’ve been working on it, and Wes has been…well….an Alpha man. *lol*
Basically, what I want is for Wes to be nice to me. All the time. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask. True, he has his moments, but I need more consistency.
What can I say? I’m a sweet, happy slut. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for him to be nice to me. Instead he has a few nice moments scattered among lots of cranky asshole moments.
“I’m nice to you all the time,” Wes proclaimed in the car last night when I tried to discuss this with him. “I’m perfect. I’m the King of the World. End of discussion.”
As you can see, I have my work cut out for me. *sigh*
Part of the problem is that Wes is not only an Uber Alpha but also a Leo. If you know any Leo men they tend to be cranky egomaniacs. In fact, Wes reminds me a lot of my friend Amanda, who is also a cranky Alpha Leo. She struggles with things like compassion and empathy for…well…just about everyone.
Amanda has a new job this summer. She’s a customer service rep. Yeah, I can almost say that now without collapsing in fits of hysterical laughter. At first she couldn’t understand my response to her new job, but now she does. Kinda.
The other day her boss monitored one of her calls. She told me if she weren’t his best worker in other areas he would’ve flagged her.
“You need to work on your empathy,” he advises when her call ends. “You should be nicer.”
“Hey,” Amanda protests. “I was bending over backwards to be nice to that woman.”
“Maybe so,” he continues, “but your tone was harsh. You need to be more empathic and compassionate with our customers.”
“I was,” Amanda argues. “I was trying really hard to be nice to that woman. Hey, if someone’s dog dies I can be compassionate about that, okay? But if they call up to complain about something dumb, like they made a mistake with their bill or they want something I can’t give them, then I have no empathy for them. I mean, that’s what the Mute button is for, right?”
I can only imagine the look on her boss’s face.
“Most of the people who call me are freakin stupid,” she continues, pleading her case. “But instead of telling them that, I try to be nice. What I really wanna do is yell at them and tell them they’re IDIOTS and to stop wasting my frickin time with their dumb complaints. Actually, they’re lucky I don’t hang up on them.”
Amanda said her boss just looked at her and sighed. Yeah, he’s got his work cut out for him, too.
This is something Wes and Amanda have in common because they’re both Leos. They really think they’re being nice, but their tone and words are harsh and mean.
“My boyfriend is going through some intense stuff right now,” Amanda told me last week. “He’s depressed, and I wanna help him feel better because I love him. But I don’t know what to do. Empathy is so fucking hard!”
“Not really,” I reply. “All you gotta do is be nice to him with your words and actions.”
“I try,” she responds. “But it always feels fake to me, like I’m being saccharin sweet or something.” She groans. “It makes me wanna puke.”
I sigh. “Amanda, it’s not always all about you.”
“It’s not?” She laughs. “But I’m the Queen of the World. It’s always all about me.”
I had to laugh, too. I mean, Leos are such a trip with this King/Queen of the World shit.
“Anyway, since I can’t make myself be nice and compassionate I end up buying people things,” she explains. “I really need to get this empathy thing down. I can’t afford to keep buying people stuff. It’s getting expensive.”
Can you see why I adore Amanda? The woman cracks me up!
Okay, back to Wes. When I told him about this conversation he immediately agreed with Amanda.
“Most people are stupid, fucking idiots,” he says. “But Amanda’s a sick puppy with that Queen of the World shit.”
“Why?”
“Cause I’m the King of the World,” he replies grinning smugly.
Okay, good to have that settled. GAWD, these two are a trip!
The discussion with Wes in the car started because he’d told me he talked with the guy in charge of his 40 year reunion. We both have high school reunions next month. His is in Louisville, KY, and mine is in Dalton, GA.
“I’m really excited about going to my reunion,” he says. “I hope I have a good time.”
“Don’t worry, good-lookin,” I reply. “You’re gonna have a blast! I’m excited about going to my reunion, too.”
“But you have to admit I’m more excited about going to my reunion than you are about yours, because you went to your 34th last year,” he states.
Huh?
“This isn’t a competition,” I reply. “We can both be excited about our reunions, and it’s okay.”
“No,” he objects. “I’m more excited.”
Okay. Fine. Whatever. *rolls my eyes*
So I keep trying to get some kind of consistency out of the man. But he’s such a moody bastard. He’s been having these moments of absolute wonderfulness the last two weeks, and it’s driving me batshit. Our Labor Day fuck was one of those moments where he showered me with so much sweet-talk I swore the Mothership had landed.
Another was six days later on Saturday when we discussed why I can’t go to his reunion cause the timing sucks for me. He was amazingly sweet and understanding. In fact, he arranged to bring his best friend from Columbia, and they’re turning it into a golfing trip. Cool.
Then the next day, Sunday, I woke up to the smell of cleaning fluids. Wes had cleaned his bathroom, mopped the kitchen and foyer floors, and washed the windows while I slept. Then I rode him like a stud horse that afternoon for our sex date.
Alrightyyyy!
Three days of nice, sweet, easy-to-love Wes and 11 days of cranky asshole Wes. Can you see why I need more consistency? I never know from day to day which Wes he’s gonna be. And it’s been like this since January.
After thinking about Amanda’s dilemma, I left Wes a note in the kitchen last night. I told him I understand how he thinks he’s perfect (that King of the World horseshit). I understand how he thinks he’s nice to me all the time (obviously, he’s forgotten how he’s ruined every holiday this year for me with his asshole moods. Duh!).
But I told him I need more. I need him to try to be extra nice to me. I told him when he’s being so nice it feels fake and saccharin and makes him wanna puke THAT’S the kind of nice I need.
Let’s see if that works.
Wish me luck. If it does, I’ll probably be stocking up on lots of Pepto bismol for the guy.
But that’s a good thing, right? *falls over laughing*
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Basically, what I want is for Wes to be nice to me. All the time. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask. True, he has his moments, but I need more consistency.
What can I say? I’m a sweet, happy slut. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for him to be nice to me. Instead he has a few nice moments scattered among lots of cranky asshole moments.
“I’m nice to you all the time,” Wes proclaimed in the car last night when I tried to discuss this with him. “I’m perfect. I’m the King of the World. End of discussion.”
As you can see, I have my work cut out for me. *sigh*
Part of the problem is that Wes is not only an Uber Alpha but also a Leo. If you know any Leo men they tend to be cranky egomaniacs. In fact, Wes reminds me a lot of my friend Amanda, who is also a cranky Alpha Leo. She struggles with things like compassion and empathy for…well…just about everyone.
Amanda has a new job this summer. She’s a customer service rep. Yeah, I can almost say that now without collapsing in fits of hysterical laughter. At first she couldn’t understand my response to her new job, but now she does. Kinda.
The other day her boss monitored one of her calls. She told me if she weren’t his best worker in other areas he would’ve flagged her.
“You need to work on your empathy,” he advises when her call ends. “You should be nicer.”
“Hey,” Amanda protests. “I was bending over backwards to be nice to that woman.”
“Maybe so,” he continues, “but your tone was harsh. You need to be more empathic and compassionate with our customers.”
“I was,” Amanda argues. “I was trying really hard to be nice to that woman. Hey, if someone’s dog dies I can be compassionate about that, okay? But if they call up to complain about something dumb, like they made a mistake with their bill or they want something I can’t give them, then I have no empathy for them. I mean, that’s what the Mute button is for, right?”
I can only imagine the look on her boss’s face.
“Most of the people who call me are freakin stupid,” she continues, pleading her case. “But instead of telling them that, I try to be nice. What I really wanna do is yell at them and tell them they’re IDIOTS and to stop wasting my frickin time with their dumb complaints. Actually, they’re lucky I don’t hang up on them.”
Amanda said her boss just looked at her and sighed. Yeah, he’s got his work cut out for him, too.
This is something Wes and Amanda have in common because they’re both Leos. They really think they’re being nice, but their tone and words are harsh and mean.
“My boyfriend is going through some intense stuff right now,” Amanda told me last week. “He’s depressed, and I wanna help him feel better because I love him. But I don’t know what to do. Empathy is so fucking hard!”
“Not really,” I reply. “All you gotta do is be nice to him with your words and actions.”
“I try,” she responds. “But it always feels fake to me, like I’m being saccharin sweet or something.” She groans. “It makes me wanna puke.”
I sigh. “Amanda, it’s not always all about you.”
“It’s not?” She laughs. “But I’m the Queen of the World. It’s always all about me.”
I had to laugh, too. I mean, Leos are such a trip with this King/Queen of the World shit.
“Anyway, since I can’t make myself be nice and compassionate I end up buying people things,” she explains. “I really need to get this empathy thing down. I can’t afford to keep buying people stuff. It’s getting expensive.”
Can you see why I adore Amanda? The woman cracks me up!
Okay, back to Wes. When I told him about this conversation he immediately agreed with Amanda.
“Most people are stupid, fucking idiots,” he says. “But Amanda’s a sick puppy with that Queen of the World shit.”
“Why?”
“Cause I’m the King of the World,” he replies grinning smugly.
Okay, good to have that settled. GAWD, these two are a trip!
The discussion with Wes in the car started because he’d told me he talked with the guy in charge of his 40 year reunion. We both have high school reunions next month. His is in Louisville, KY, and mine is in Dalton, GA.
“I’m really excited about going to my reunion,” he says. “I hope I have a good time.”
“Don’t worry, good-lookin,” I reply. “You’re gonna have a blast! I’m excited about going to my reunion, too.”
“But you have to admit I’m more excited about going to my reunion than you are about yours, because you went to your 34th last year,” he states.
Huh?
“This isn’t a competition,” I reply. “We can both be excited about our reunions, and it’s okay.”
“No,” he objects. “I’m more excited.”
Okay. Fine. Whatever. *rolls my eyes*
So I keep trying to get some kind of consistency out of the man. But he’s such a moody bastard. He’s been having these moments of absolute wonderfulness the last two weeks, and it’s driving me batshit. Our Labor Day fuck was one of those moments where he showered me with so much sweet-talk I swore the Mothership had landed.
Another was six days later on Saturday when we discussed why I can’t go to his reunion cause the timing sucks for me. He was amazingly sweet and understanding. In fact, he arranged to bring his best friend from Columbia, and they’re turning it into a golfing trip. Cool.
Then the next day, Sunday, I woke up to the smell of cleaning fluids. Wes had cleaned his bathroom, mopped the kitchen and foyer floors, and washed the windows while I slept. Then I rode him like a stud horse that afternoon for our sex date.
Alrightyyyy!
Three days of nice, sweet, easy-to-love Wes and 11 days of cranky asshole Wes. Can you see why I need more consistency? I never know from day to day which Wes he’s gonna be. And it’s been like this since January.
After thinking about Amanda’s dilemma, I left Wes a note in the kitchen last night. I told him I understand how he thinks he’s perfect (that King of the World horseshit). I understand how he thinks he’s nice to me all the time (obviously, he’s forgotten how he’s ruined every holiday this year for me with his asshole moods. Duh!).
But I told him I need more. I need him to try to be extra nice to me. I told him when he’s being so nice it feels fake and saccharin and makes him wanna puke THAT’S the kind of nice I need.
Let’s see if that works.
Wish me luck. If it does, I’ll probably be stocking up on lots of Pepto bismol for the guy.
But that’s a good thing, right? *falls over laughing*
xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
Paranormal Erotica Novelist
(HOT vampires, shapeshifters, witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com/
(All Kindle & pdf ebooks are $1.99)
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.erotica-laurastamps.blogspot.com/
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
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Follow me on Twitter at:
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WOW! Remind me not to get involved with a Leo! And I thought Virgos were difficult to handle... *rolls eyes*
ReplyDeleteWow. Virgos are tough too. Good luck with that, gf! lmao!!!
ReplyDeleteI hear you with the Virgos... my man's taken a *lot* of training!
ReplyDeleteLOL! Love it, Laura! My sister is a Leo. I completely understand. I'm a Scorpio, but I still have to agree with Wes and Amanda, there are times when I think the whole world is a little stupid. I feel bad about having that attitude sometimes, but there it is! I don't think I'm the Queen of the World, but I do like to pretend I am sometimes! :)
ReplyDeleteOh Laura....poor baby....I do understand how that is.David and I are both Capricorns,I dont know is that worse? It couldnt possibly.Like last night I sent him a text asking if he got his flight out of where he was and I wish the headache I have had for 3 days would go away and asked him if he could bring me a new head on his way home.Oh and while he was at it could he pick me up some new eyes,a thin neck,flat belly and new batwings(nickname for my flabby arms).He comes back with a 'why is always about you? Why cant it be about me once in awhile?'...huh? whats he talking about I'm the one with the blasted headache! So I text him back and after waiting 15 minutes for a reply from him I get a doozy! He says 'I've spent the last 5hrs on the same flight as two flagged draped coffins so stop your bitchin!' end of the text.He never uses '!' I told him I was sorry for the soldiers and thier families and the fact he had to go thru that but I am not a mind reader and if he would stop talking in code stop yelling me at for things he thinks I know I would appreciate it' He tells me I am self-centered and if I dont get my way all hell breaks loose and he was tired of it!'(another '!') I told him not to talk/test/email me unless he sent along a de-coder book so I know what the hell-o to say when and not have to guess....I havent heard from him all day(which is 2 days for him,different time zones)and its a good thing too cause my bitchy pants are fitting kinda snug today....
ReplyDelete((Jennifer)) I feel for ya, gf! I only have one close friend who's a Virgo, and the only reason we get along is cause she has an Aries Moon so she's half Aries. Yeah, she has these over-the-top-emotional Virgo moments sometimes that just leave me clueless. *falls over laughing*
ReplyDelete((Nissie)) You are such a sweetie! Scorpios are some of my best buds (besides Aquarians). You are so organized and such good managers! But, yeah, don't mess with a Scorpio coz she is the classic "Woman Scorned." It can get reallllly scary. lmao!!
Carol, you crack me up!!!! Well, depending on what your rising sign and moon sign is Capricorns are called the "Cold Fish" of the zodiac. They tend to have cold hearts where others are concerned. They can be downright frigid to people, and its not cause they are egomaniac Leos but cause they just have tinier hearts than other signs. I can see you rolling in the floor laughing right now, thinking about David.
ReplyDeleteBut you, gf, are a flood of emotion, so I'll bet you have Pisces or one of the more emotional signs on you. I NEVER would have pegged you for a Cap. Wait. You're born on the 25th, right? Thats the day of Pisces. Hey, am I good or WHAT? *falls over laughing*
As for David, can you just not answer his texts & if you have to make them brief and emotionless? After a few days he'll realize he fucked up big-time, and you'll get that new bod you've been asking for. hey, maybe it'll be French since he's overseas. Ooo-la-la! lol
one can only hope but he's in Afghanistan this time...and he better not try and bring me home a burka(one of those things women cover up in) either cause I'll kick his crabby arse back over there.I'm not the one who told him to go over in the first place.His b-day is Jan 15 so whats that make him? Besides a pain in the asre! The rate he's going he can stuff those little blue pills he's supposedly buying over there cause he's not using them with me till he says 'sorry' AND if he was a wise man(right,LMAO) he had better bring me home something very expensive and sparkly...maybe two!
ReplyDeleteDamn, he's born on the day of Libra which means he has a hard time making decisions. Or he bitches constantly to you about something but when he has to say it to the person he's pissed with he just says "Oh, I'm fine wth that." Wes is born on the 15. *rolls my eyes*
ReplyDeleteGive the man the silent treatment. I do that with Wes. I don't answer his calls cause all he does is bitch when he calls me on a trip. I answer his text messages if I have to and with short responses....ya know, just like men do. Works wonders with Wes. Helps him see the light much faster. They get so used to us always being available they freak when we aren't. Gotta love it! Make David sweat, gf!!!
oh I am...thats not a problem at all...LOL
ReplyDeleteOK, I am a Virgo, and I have to say, looking at the above comments, we can be a bit much sometimes, but Leo's take the cake. I have never in my life had a Leo friendship that lasted or dated a Leo for very long. They exhaust me personally and they are never as great as they they think they are. Being a Virgo, like I admitted before, I would be on the prowl for someone else already...Virgo's can be fickle...LOL
ReplyDelete((Debbi)) I agree with you 100% on the Leo thing. Everything you said is absolutely true. I consider it a flaw in my DNA that I used to find Leo men funny. No more. Now I just entertain myself with my few Leo gfs. Enough is ENOUGH, ya know?! *falls over laughing*
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