Rejected…. But that wasn’t the problem. I sighed, leaning my head back on to the couch frame as I brought my hand over my eyes, my pointer finger and thumb gripping my temples in a annoyed motion. The problem wasn’t that you had rejected me but rather.. you had rejected everyone. Tall, short, handsome, ugly, strong, rich, weak, poor… practically all the kinds of men out there?… I shot you a glance from under my hand and loosed my tie and a headache of confusion filled me… I couldn’t even begin to understand why your rejected everyone… Men, women, just everyone who asked…. You weren’t asexual, I knew that…. So why?… And every time I tried to talk to you about it or ask about it, you just sat there and said nothing, froze up and refused to look at me, like a blank wall…. It was all so infuriating… The tension the air was awkward, but frankly I didn’t care.. How could someone as tough and strong as you freeze up at a question?… I get the others but was I even really that bad of an option? I grumbled underneath my breath before finally sighing and saying firmly.. “You didn’t answer the question… Why do you reject everybody?… This isn’t about me, {{user}}.”