Sweet RED | #BWWM | RomePi™

DON'T GET GOT - 4

RED

Okay, so this dude is really slick.

Anytime we talk, I notice how he kind of speaks to me a little bit on the condescending side. For some strange reason, I honestly believe this guy thinks he's better than me. I know just by the way he carries himself that he believes he's a whole cool drink and a bag of chips.

I'm no hater by far, so I'll give him his props. He sexy. The man is hmmm. Damn, if he ain't sexy as fuck, but... I wish I could control this foul mouth of mine. Ten more doggone dollars. As I was saying, the man is fine. If it wasn't for the fact that I can't stand his smug behind, I might be tempted to get me a little taste of some Irish beefcake, but I really can't stand him.

He has this, "I'm God's gift to women" vibe going on.

If my girl hadn't hooked me up with him, I would've bounced a long time ago. His attitude and my attitude clash all the time.

Professional people introduce themselves to the people they work with, "Hello. It's my pleasure to meet you. My name is Nieve Castille and you are..." or something of that nature.

I have known this joker for nearly two months and he acts like giving a name besides Mr. Shannon is some type of life raft. I guess if he tells me his name, I will be able to leap tall buildings with a single bound.

Maybe if I say his name, it's like saying Beetlejuice three times. Lord, please help me. If I say his name three times, spin around in a circle three times while clicking my heels will it transport me back to Kansas? He needs to get out of here with that Mr. Shannon bullcrap. Respect isn't something you just automatically get from me. If he wants me to respect him, he needs to carry himself in a respectful manner.

From what I see, he's just power tripping. The muscles in his neck must be so tight they are cutting off the oxygen to his brain because he's about to get it if he don't come off of his mess. I came here to get some help with losing weight. I didn't come here to make friends and this isn't some kind of social club. I could care less what his name is as long as he delivers results.

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MR. SHANNON

My only concern when I share my first name is that women can often be really petty when they get mad. If a man has a name they have never heard before, they can be pretty brutal either by intentionally mispronouncing it or just inconsiderate by never learning it because they don't care one way or the other.

Both of my parents are Irish born. They moved to the United States from Ireland ten years before I was even thought of. They maintain their culture from back home so my household wasn't a typical American environment resulting in my siblings and I receiving names that were pretty traditional.

If there is one thing I hate more than anything else, it's trying to get a person who is nonchalant or undisciplined to do something as simple as calling me by the name my parents gave me and not some jacked-up mispronunciation of it.

Over the years, I have found that people who find it hard to be serious about their own lives often don't care about the lives, names, or anything else to do with other people. That goes double for a fitness instructor they get pissed off at because I won't kiss their little boo boo's and make it all better for them.

I have been called all kinds of ugly things because I take my job seriously.

One thing I refuse to be called is a name that doesn't belong to me. As long as she respects me we will be fine.

"That is a valid point. It has been six weeks, and I see you are dedicated to the process... Miss Red. I appreciate the attention you have paid to my instructions."