I am a superhero. Because of this I can tell what anyone's thinking, at all times. Those times people gracefully compliment their friends or insist that their careers are going smoothly are only facades to me. Facades that I can decode within a matter of seconds. Relationship games don't apply to me. When we playfully keep score, I am always the winner. I know my boyfriend doesn't think that blue sequined dress looks good on me. I know he doesn't think it was worth the three hundred dollars I splurged on it, even though it was on sale! I know he thinks I shouldn't wear it to the party tonight. Despite his best efforts to convince me otherwise, I am overly cognizant of his true feelings. Thus, I extract these sentiments until he begrudgingly admits how he really feels, and I get a point on the relationship scorecard. A pinch of manipulation. Okay, so yes, I abuse these powers to prove I was right about his mother's overly salty peach cobbler and his boredom at Blair's engagement party. Yeah, so I use my powers to win a few rounds. But guess what? I get to keep that blue sequined dress and he gets to pay for it. And then compliment me all night long. What's a girl without a nice dress and a flattering boyfriend anyways?
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