Principal's Therapy Session

After the Salsa Festival revelation that the Principal considered me his girlfriend, I decided to ask some more intimate questions. This guy has been super evasive on the whole sharing aspect. Now it was time to get down to the good stuff.

I sat him at my kitchen table and asked how many times he's been in love. Ice formed over his face. He was frozen in the type of look that said he would prefer his toe nails plucked to talking about anything remotely close to personal. Jerk.

I tried again. I asked him to tell me his idea of a "relationship." Ugh. Why do I even bother? The Principal was surprisingly quick to answer however.

"Hmm... My idea of a relationship is two people mating continuously, over and over until they are 80 or one of them dies." - The Principal

All I could do was stare. I'm about 95% sure he was dead serious. So I tried asking what his idea of romance is instead.

"I don’t know.." This was said with a touch of pain. He squirmed on his seat and rubbed a hand over his face. "Why do we have to talk about this?"

There was a dirty look on his face now. Like I was intentionally torturing him and he was beginning to hate me for it. Damn men, what do they think they're doing when they refuse to open up to women? That is torture.

I know nothing about who the Principal is or what makes him tick. I know all about his work and school and affinity for chopping wood, but not much about his family or friends or feelings. Its a bad, bad sign when you consistantly ask yourself if this guy is wasting your time.

Am I going to wake up one day and we'll both be like Eh, that's done...?