Caring Woes

"Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and you keep crushing them and keep them in the dark till they mature into something that you'd finally like to have dinner with."

Me: You don't care for me anymore.
Him: Hmmmm.
Me: See, all you can say when I'm hurt is "hmmmm"
Him: Hmmmmm.
Me: See, again!!! I am sick, and I am alone. And you don't even care.
Him: Hmmmmmmmm. Ok.
Me: You don't even listen to me anymore. And to think we could ever get back to the days of talking all night. You remember those times when you used to keep me up all night on the phone, and I would go and sleep in class the next day?
Him: Yeah, but I need my sleep these days.
Me: What about when I needed my sleep those days?
Him: You should have told me. I would have let you go to sleep.
Me: But we were having such nice conversations, why would anyone *want* to go to sleep?
Him: I don't know, I didn't force you to stay up and talk to me.
Me: So are you telling me I'm forcing you now?
Him: Give it up. I'm tired. I need to be at work at 8 tomorrow morning.
Me: See, you don't care.
Him: Hmmmmmmm.