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My Glass-Eyed Boyfriend

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Maddierose
P.S. I Hate You
3 min readFeb 14, 2024

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“Stop looking at my eye!” he exclaimed.

It was a different time when I was seventeen — a time when smartphones didn’t dictate social interaction and meeting new people happened in places like bars, not on apps.

Those where the days!

That’s when I met Ian in the spontaneous encounter that now seems almost quaint. He was interesting and engaging, and he had a glass eye.

However, the glass eye wasn’t why I was interested in him🤪

In fact, at first, I thought he just had a bit of a problem with his eye. It was only when he pointed it out, sharing a snippet of a year before in the military and an accident involving a stray rubber bullet, that I realized it was a glass eye.

One evening, our conversation took a turn when he accused me of staring at his glass eye. “Stop looking at my eye!” he exclaimed, a mix of discomfort and annoyance in his voice. Surprised, I responded, “I’m looking at you because I’m talking to you!”

His insistence that I was focusing on his eye, making him uncomfortable, led to a moment of frustration where, in an attempt to make a point, I turned my gaze to the wall, asking if he’d prefer I talk to it instead.

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Maddierose
Maddierose

Written by Maddierose

I’m real, true to myself, no pretence, just trying to survive my complicated life!! Please be kind! I do hope that I entertain you with some of my stories.

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