Tinderbox

M has said a number of times that he would have preferred me to make a list, a list of questions like one might answer in a dating profile. where were you born? what is your favourite colour? cat or dog? coke or pepsi? and blah blah blah I don't care in the least about the answers to these questions. This isn't how people reveal themselves, their real selves. They reveal themselves in the slip-ups, the forgets, and in the timing of the revelations that are eventually made. M reveals himself in what he chooses not to tell me until it's too late. I reveal myself by refusing to react. *