I hate being teased and tempted...

I hate innuendo, subtle overtures and coy smiles...

I hate half-truths, intrigue and ambiguities...

I hate "if", "maybe" and "perhaps"...

I hate it when a heat wave follows a cold draught.

I hate naughty winks and the sly parting of lips when you give me whimsical answers.

I hate having to read your body language...to unravel the mysteries behind your feminine wiles.

I hate your stretches of pregnant silence and your sudden bursts of vacuous verbosity...
Rattling on and on and on in that smug "I-told-you-so" tone.

Or maybe it's just me being selfish and infantile...desperately searching for certainty when certainty was never meant to be mine...