Let me save us both some time. I am not the nice girl. I am not going to coddle you, I am not going to tell you that you are doing great when you are not, and I am definitely not going to pretend your excuses are interesting. If you want sweet, call someone else. If you want honest, keep listening.
I am a mean girl and I am excellent at it. I will tease you about how eager you are. I will laugh when you stumble over your words. I will point out every little thing that gives away how badly you want me, and I will enjoy your embarrassment immensely. Your blush is my favorite color.
Here is the thing you need to understand. I am mean because you love it. I can hear it in your voice every time I put you in your place. You get flustered, you get excited, and you keep coming back for more. Do not pretend this is not exactly what you called for. We both know why you are here.
I will mock your desperation. I will compare you to the other boys who have tried to impress me and failed. I will tell you exactly what I think of your little fantasies, and then I will use them against you with surgical precision. I am cruel, but I am never boring. That is my promise.
But I am also fair. If you take it well, if you amuse me, if you show me you can handle a strong woman who says exactly what she thinks, I will reward you. Maybe with praise. Maybe with a little kindness, just enough to keep you hooked. I know how to keep a boy coming back. It is a talent.
I should also warn you that I remember everything. Every stammer, every embarrassing admission, every desperate little plea. I keep a mental file on each of my boys, and I am not afraid to use it. The next time you call, I will pick up right where we left off, and you will realize I have been thinking about your weaknesses. All of them.
So, are you going to sit there reading this, or are you going to call the dispatcher and ask for Ares? I am waiting, and I am already judging you for taking so long. Do not keep me waiting much longer. I get meaner when I am bored.
- Ares