[I]t may be the case that the weight of the goal is somehow sitting on her shoulders in a way that ruins the game for her.
Belle read that like aloud last night as she closed her laptop.
“What?” I asked, “Did you read that for a reason or were you just admiring my prose?”
While she said my prose is right fine, she told me that sentence resonated with her. So, that’s that. End of the goal.
Me: “So you going to let me out now? Do I get to come?”
And yeah, I feel stupid for even bring the idea of the goal up. Especially when, as I predicted, some would argue that men in my position expressing any kind of opinion regarding how their relationship might play out are secretly seeking to control those to which they have supposedly ceded control. I reject that point of view. I have to. Otherwise, how would I ever be able to communicate my needs? If every idea or suggestion was a powerplay for the reins, it’d be impossible for anyone on the lower-case side of the slash to help the upper-case side know what’s working. I assume even those in a dominent role are concerned about the well-being of their subs.
But I digress. None of that bullshit has anything to do with Belle and I. There was an idea, it was tried, and we rejected it. I believe I presented it in a way that best respected our dynamic. My only hope is that she didn’t feel compelled to do it.
Whatever. It’s no biggie. We move on.