Sunday evening with my S.O.
Cooking dinner, having drinks, watching film. Always enjoyable.
I've always been been very clear with her: "I'm not the marrying kind". Marriage!?!?!? It's not going to happen. It's been three years now.
Who validates this: Government? Church? What a fucking joke! Hypocritical, duplicitous, archaic entities. Clarity between two people is gospel.
So, we're in bed, hot and heavy and I'm ready to enter her and she puts her hand on my chest and pushes me back, says: "When are you going to marry me?"
I say: "We're clear on this, aren't we" I've always been up front and honest with you". Lush meals, weekends in NYC, Quebec City, Montreal.
Trips to Europe, Caribbean, Asia. Except when she treats on my B-day, she's never paid for a meal in her life. I can easily afford this. She's spoiled.
Theatre, Films, Opera, Broadway shows, dinner with friends. It's a good life. Quite a good life. Most would envy.
She says: "I thought you were going to change your mind. You were supposed to change your mind."
I say: "after three years, you know the deal. I've been honest and clear. I've never lied to you".
She sulks and says: "I'm not in the mood".
I get up, put her things in a small duffel bag and call a Uber to go back to her place.
I come back to the bedroom: "I'm not in the mood either. Your Uber is here. Have a good night."
What a great feeling to say those simple words.
She's gobsmacked. Gets dressed. Out she goes. Good night. The look in her eyes is absolute "deer in the headlights".
I got to say, it's a good feeling she left. I was always up front with her. No regrets. I've been here before.
What good is being clear with women if they don't want to listen?
There will be another woman. There's always another one. As sure as the sun rises, God knows.
I know this from experience. I have other options. I'll follow up on them now.
I write this for all those brothers and colleagues who've gone through this before.
...and the beat goes on...
Cooking dinner, having drinks, watching film. Always enjoyable.
I've always been been very clear with her: "I'm not the marrying kind". Marriage!?!?!? It's not going to happen. It's been three years now.
Who validates this: Government? Church? What a fucking joke! Hypocritical, duplicitous, archaic entities. Clarity between two people is gospel.
So, we're in bed, hot and heavy and I'm ready to enter her and she puts her hand on my chest and pushes me back, says: "When are you going to marry me?"
I say: "We're clear on this, aren't we" I've always been up front and honest with you". Lush meals, weekends in NYC, Quebec City, Montreal.
Trips to Europe, Caribbean, Asia. Except when she treats on my B-day, she's never paid for a meal in her life. I can easily afford this. She's spoiled.
Theatre, Films, Opera, Broadway shows, dinner with friends. It's a good life. Quite a good life. Most would envy.
She says: "I thought you were going to change your mind. You were supposed to change your mind."
I say: "after three years, you know the deal. I've been honest and clear. I've never lied to you".
She sulks and says: "I'm not in the mood".
I get up, put her things in a small duffel bag and call a Uber to go back to her place.
I come back to the bedroom: "I'm not in the mood either. Your Uber is here. Have a good night."
What a great feeling to say those simple words.
She's gobsmacked. Gets dressed. Out she goes. Good night. The look in her eyes is absolute "deer in the headlights".
I got to say, it's a good feeling she left. I was always up front with her. No regrets. I've been here before.
What good is being clear with women if they don't want to listen?
There will be another woman. There's always another one. As sure as the sun rises, God knows.
I know this from experience. I have other options. I'll follow up on them now.
I write this for all those brothers and colleagues who've gone through this before.
...and the beat goes on...
