So I told him he doesn't know me enough to like me. Here's his response...

well... here is what I know about you... you are smart, talented, you have meny interests... you have a bit of a quirky sense of humor which I relly like... you are generous, sometimes you will touch something and just enjoy the feel of the texture of it...- you have had... well... problems in the past... but... you still keep an eye on reality. you can analyze things a bit too much sometimes... but don't we all. Sometimes, you will lie in bed and almost feel tears coming on when you feel like no-one really understands or cares. You put on a happy face too often and have learned to mimic happiness so well, that sometimes you forget what real happiness is.

Umm.. yea- so he got me to a T (not to mention the rest of the alphabet.) I'm still convinced he's just getting off at his ultimate control over the situation-- not that I completely mind it. I like him way too much for my own good. *sigh* I'm going to take a nap. All this confusion hurts my head.