Lesser Expectation

You saw me in a different way last week, back then I could see that you perceived my persona as interesting, wise and a little alluring. Inwardly, I was preening but of course I did not parade my conceit for you to notice. Now you look disappointed, now I seem to have slipped off my perch. I must consider your expectations and ideals of the perfect man as far too high, too unrealistic. Still, your disillusion are revealing, I guess my façade is not entirely convincing. I can see you figured me out and now I have discovered the shallow depths of you also. Shall we have sex again anyway? We can wear those old masks, or we could close our eyes and pretend.