Its 7pm, where are you?
Sorry dear, I’m running late.
I thought we agreed you would pick me up for dinner at 6:30 pm, like really, what’s up with that?!!
I’m on my way, I have just been delayed.
You know what, don’t come anymore, I can’t believe you made me wait this whole time; I’m going out with my friends instead!
But I’m nearly there.
No, forget it, actually, fuck this relationship, I’m done, if you can’t even keep time then what’s the point?
Can we just talk about this before you make such a drastic decision?
Within minutes he shows up, I jump into the car and there is nothing but dead silence until we reach our destination. I diagnosed myself as suffering from Anger Management Issues (Whatever those are) because the way I would easily get annoyed the heck was completely out of this world. I don’t know if it’s fortunate or unfortunate that I had a very patient boyfriend back then but because of him I learnt a thing or two about relationships.
The number one problem with me is that I don’t tolerate a lot of things. Be it poor hygiene, not keeping time, typos and grammatical errors; I know you think this one is absurd but I find it a real turn off if the person I am supposed to be dating bombards me with messages that have typos, I easily lose focus and stop replying their messages. If you think that’s being melodramatic it’s because you haven’t read my blog post titled Miss Petty. Unfortunately for me because I have become very set in my ways over the years it has become increasingly difficult to compromise. I blame staying on my own throughout my 20’s, I just don’t have room for someone else’s bullshit. Wait, what am I supposed to blogging about again? I think I am losing the plot, let me get back to the story at hand.
Seeing that we have been delayed we have missed our dinner reservation he decides we go to a laid back place instead and chill and have drinks and a meal. However, he doesn’t tell me this because he knows for a fact that I am fuming already as it is.
We get to the parking lot and he sighs heavily and starts talking…
I honestly don’t understand why you just won’t give me a chance MaKupsy. It’s been how many months now but each time I try to do something nice for you I am always greeted by being ignored or you simply tell me to take a hike. What you don’t realise is that I have fallen in love with you. I have tried so many ways to get through to your heart with zero luck. Despite all your flaws I still want to be with you but clearly I am losing the plot somewhere. Relationships are not meant to be easy and it seems like each time we have a problem you are ready to abandon ship. It’s not supposed to be like that sweetheart; we are in this together and the only way this can grow into something solid and meaningful is if we communicate and move forward without you always saying hauchandida. (I don’t love you anymore). Take today for example, when I told you I was running late you were already in defense mode and telling me you were making alternative plans. Why didn’t you wait for me to show up to find out the reason(s) why I had been delayed and then take it from there instead of automatically assuming that I am taking your time for granted? Tell you what, today is going to be a great evening and despite how it started off we are going to paint the town red, and no, you don’t have to say anything today, just take your time and digest what I just said.
He gets out of the car and comes to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for me like the gentleman that he is…
I never got to reply him in person on that day because did we have a great night out or what?! However, the talk we had before our date made me realise something. I had real underlying issues that needed to be dealt with. I figured that the biggest problem was that once upon a time I had given my EVERYTHING to someone who did not reciprocate and it left me spent. Each time I dated someone; at the back of my head I kept thinking that my current boyfriend was going to do something to hurt me so I always had my suitcase packed and ready to move on before I got my heart entangled in a relationship I assumed would leave me heart broken. What I didn’t realise was that I was doing myself more harm than good because after all was said and done I was the one missing out on a chance of happiness while holding onto past disappointments. How sad? In my head everyone was like my ex boyfriend(s) and I never gave them a real chance.
The universe had other plans though, she sent someone who was patient and understanding. Even though half the time we dated I threw major temper tantrums he still stood by me and taught me the art of communication and reminded me that there were still a few good men(5 of them and counting) with good intentions out there.