Before she arrived that evening again to spend yet another night, she had bugged the living shit out of me, calling my phone at least once every hour. I knew no peace since I met this girl. She was gradually creeping under my skin, such that I felt freer when we were together. She told me repeatedly how she liked me and how happy she was that she met me. She was the new girlfriend I did not realise I had. However, she must have noticed I was not especially buttering myself up to the whole mushiness and was distant.
She then asked, "Am I coming on too strong?",
and I replied, "Are you coming on at all?". I tried to be nice but it was beyond me.
A short extract from the story pRevieW came from.