159. Miss Manners:
I was certainly not going to win any awards for my manners. I wasn’t like my friend, Julie, whose, “please,” and “thank yous,” were just a common part of her vocabulary. She was Miss Manners. I was not.
In fact, being with Ken seemed to bring out the worst in me. I was always insulting him. Mind you, he was very easy to insult and it was so much fun. I liked stirring him and even though he wouldn’t admit it, I knew he enjoyed it too.
He was a weird one, that was for sure. Yet somehow, he was very endearing. Go figure.
He was arrogant and rude and expected people to fall all over him. I was one of the only people who didn’t. Maybe that’s why he liked me. He certainly respected me more because of it. I was honest, upfront and probably the word was direct.
Yep, Ken was a downright cunt.