No, I'm not afraid that I will slip up - I'm just trying to illustrate that I don't like being appreciated for one aspect of myself. If a man says he loves my breasts repeatedly, how would I then feel after having a mastectomy? But really, it's more that I am extremely uncomfortable with excessive displays of emotion. And most displays are excessive to me. If I am sleeping with you, you are allowed a little more leeway, but for the most part, I don't like it. I get embarrassed beyond belief when I get flowers on Valentine's Day at the office where I used to work. It's just so damn cheesy. It was even worse when an ex showed up at the office with flowers and a teddy bear. I almost died.
If I don't interact often with someone, I don't think twice about it. Especially if I know that we can pick up where we left off whenever we do speak again. If I don't spend time with you, it's always because I am distracted with other things. I have 87 unread emails in facebook, 202 unread ones in my personal email, my voice mail is currently full. I get distracted. If I no longer wish to be friends with any of these people that I have not responded to, I'll just tell them. But me not answering is not indicative of anything larger, it just means that I am dicking around on TypeC.
Let me put it this way, if I tell a man that I love him, he should continue on with that knowledge unless otherwise informed. But please don't ask me to tell you again. And don't tell me with the hopes of hearing it return. Say it if you must, but don't go overboard or expect it back because I already told you last March. The fact that I am still with you speaks volumes.