My Immortal Playlist (The Siren Collection #1) by Julius St. Clair Page B

waitress arrived with our food. She placed the faded plates before us with the piping hot food as I thought about what he said. He might not have told anyone else what he just told me, yet still a part of me wondered if it was a ploy. To get to my music. There was no way to tell for sure. And even if he was genuine, there was so many more questions.
    “It’s still about you,” I said. He blinked a few times and waited for me to continue.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You want to change, so you’re looking for a girl who’s not like the others, but what if that girl…what if she doesn’t want to live for you?” I pushed my poor excuse for chicken parm to the side. “What if I’m not looking for this? You’re making it sound like you want a…like a wife…when I’m just trying to find a relationship that’s real.”
    “But I would be real with you.”
    “You don’t get it. I didn’t attract you. My differences did.”
    “I don’t understand. What makes you different caught my attention. Isn’t that enough?”
    “I t’s still to serve you. You don’t care for the real me at all.”
    “Wow this is confusing,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead.
    “It’s like this,” I said, placing my elbows on the table. “You like video games?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay, so what would you like more? An Xbox or a Playstation?”
    “Playstation.”
    “You like the Grand Theft Auto series?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Alright, so let’s say you have both systems and I bought you the latest Grand Theft Auto for the Xbox, how would you feel?”
    “I would be happy, but I would prefer it on the Playstation.”
    “Exactly.”
    “I think I’m more confused than before.”
    “It’s the exact same game…but you still have a preference over one system than the other. You’re excited to play it, but you’re not as excited as you would have been if I got it for the Playstation. When it comes to love…it’s got to be all or nothing. Otherwise, it’s not going to work. It’s just not. You want to change, and that’s admirable, but I would go into this relationship knowing I wasn’t everything you wanted. You’re coming at me like this is a business plan. There’s no raw emotion, and I want you to want me. I want you to desire me so bad it aches when we’re apart.”
    “But that’s what dating is for. To get to know the other person.”
    “But even love starts with attraction. When you meet a girl you’re interested in, what’s the first thing that catches you? It’s how they look. Same for us girls. It’s not your outstanding intelligence or whatever. Basically, I’m not attractive to you.”
    “Ha!” he shouted, shoving his plate as ide. “Girls always complain about how they don’t want to be treated based on their looks, but now you’re telling me that the reason you don’t want to give this a try is because I’m only after your personality?”
    “B eing attracted to both would be nice,” I muttered.
    “Your problem is that you’ve been watching too many movies,” he laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Nobody’s perfect.”
    “Still, guys tend to choose looks over personality.”
    “Maybe I’m not like other guys.”
    “Your track record says otherwise. The airheads, remember?”
    “I told you I got nothing out of that.”
    “Then let me ask you another question. So I get you the latest Grand Theft Auto for the Xbox, and you’re playing it, and loving it and all that. Good times. But then, let’s say later that night, I buy you the same game for the Playstation. Which of the two games would you return?”
    “T he Xbox version of course. The Playstation version is what I wanted all along.”
    “Exactly,” I said angrily, shoving the table into this stomach. He tried to reach for me, but the wind was knocked out of him. As he struggled to catch his breath, I stood up and glared down at him. “Go play house with another girl. Another Playstation.”
    I stomped away without looking