I never really say the right thing at the right time. Especially when it comes to intimate discourse. I’m not talking about what’s said in those “private moments”… I’m talking about me saying something stupid—without fail—in the course of a seemingly innocuous conversation with her… whoever she is… every time.
Then, she gets pissed off, and I have no idea why… until I hang up the phone or go outside for a smoke. Only then do I realize the pall of my insensitivity.
If only I could see beyond the immediate “me”… beyond what I consider harmless… I’d probably fuck shit up a lot less than I have (and do).