10 things to never tolerate in a relationship

10 things to never tolerate in a relationship

1- Everything is going in one direction

You listen to your partner. You advise. You help. You give your time and attention. You offer Gifts. You care about your partner. However, you get almost nothing in return. You’re not a pigeon or a fish. You deserve someone who loves you as much as you love him/her back and makes you happy. You’ll find that elsewhere not in this relationship.

2- He/She is not interested in your childhood?

He never asked you a question about it. Your passions? You bet it does not know (and especially does not care). Something good or bad happened in your life and he does not ask you about the way you feel. You may think “well he is just shy or he wants to take his time”! No, you are wrong. He is simply not interested! So don’t waste too much of your time with this one.

3- He wants to change me

The horror! With our faults and qualities, each of us is unique, and that’s awesome! Indeed throughout the relationship, we might need to adjust or change some of our behaviors or habits. However, when you are the only one doing the effort or always asked to change here and there, you might need to consider your options.

4- He hides me.

Having been with your partner for over 6 months and you have never seen his family or colleagues or friends (and obviously he does not care to meet yours), we say: “Flee”. Loving someone is to love him and his life and therefore know the important people within it.

5- He flirts with other girls.

Either Mr. is a dumb, or he is playing with your emotions. In any event, Mr. better walk away. If you are not in an open polygamous relationship, that’s what we call a great disrespect.

6- He does not keep his promises.

He lies, he is abusive (verbally or physically). Above everything, there should be trust and respect. Never tolerate such behaviors under any circumstances.

7- He is stingy.

He is not generous with you. He hardly offers you anything or shares anything with you. He only thinks about himself. Very very bad.

8- He changes moods like socks.

One day it’s true love. The next it’s ignorance. Is it a passionate relationship or a sign of a very unstable character? Maybe both … In any case, if you want to be happy and have your head straight, you have to make a decision right away.

9- He cares about me after 10 pm.

Ok, He may have a busy schedule. But he shouldn’t make you believe that he cannot ‘have a Saturday afternoon off and dedicated to you! If it’s a friend with benefits kind of relationship then that’s clear enough. However, if you want more, then keep the door closed(with him out)!

10- It makes you cry more than laugh.

The sure reason to leave. Now. Right now.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 11 – Movie Rendezvous

It was Monday, which is Ambria’s Saturday, because she works at the hospital Wednesday to Sunday. Make sense? So on Mondays I can shift a few things around and spend the afternoon with her. I have tickets for the Big Red Bus. It’s a bus that tours around the city and you can get on and off as much as you want for 12 hours. It sounds pretty cool, and I already have the tickets, but we’ve decided to go to the cinema again. I love film as you know, and so does she. We also both love a quiet matinee on a hot summer afternoon.

I send her some titles I like, and she decides on “Abacus: Small Enough to Jail.” It’s an excellent and heartfelt documentary. It tells the incredible saga of the Chinese immigrant Sung family, owners of Abacus Federal Savings of Chinatown, New York. Accused of mortgage fraud by Manhattan District Attorney Cyrus R. Vance, Jr., Abacus becomes the only U.S. bank to face criminal charges in the wake of the 2008 financial crisis. The indictment and subsequent trial forces the Sung family to defend themselves – and their bank’s legacy in the Chinatown community – over the course of a five-year legal battle.

Last week we saw “My Cousin Rachel,” and now this week we’re seeing another terrific film! Two in a row. We’re on a roll. I get there first and buy the tickets and take the escalator downstairs next to the Bourse Building to the actual theater. I like this cinema. That cool underground theater tucked away from street level in the heart of the historic district at 4th and Market.

I text her that I have arrived and she’s on point. She tells me she’s also arrived. I tell her to come downstairs and that the tickets have been acquired.

Within a minute she appears and we lean in for a smooch. She orders me a small popcorn with butter and a medium diet coke. That’s my go to movie food. She pays $11 for the treats (Movie prices!) and I ask her if she wants anything. She said she fine. We head into the theater and sit in the back. There are only 3 other people in the place. I love when a matinée is empty! We sit all the way in the back in the very center.

We watch what seems like 15 minutes of coming attractions. I like trailers though. It’s fun to get the first glimpse of the new exciting picture that’s coming soon!

Ambria snuck her own snacks into the movie. That’s her movie food. Then she pulls out a box of M&M’s Peanuts and hands it to me. Last week I mentioned that was my favorite movie candy. She remembered and bought me a box and brought it with her today.

Good memory. Listens to me. Love is in the air!

Another great thing that happened, was she let me own the armrest. Right guys? I had the one on my left and she let me have the one on the right. I’m like a king on a throne and I own this experience. Sure there was some hand holding and touching but these armrests are mine! You gotta love that in a girl at the movies. I’m just sayin’.

The film was great and heartwarming. I loved the Sung family by the end of this film. I recommend you go see it. Phicklephilly gives it two thumbs up!

When the film was over we headed west on Walnut street. I like Walnut. It’s just a little nicer than Chestnut and Market streets. I probably should have stayed in the theater for a little bit so I could make out with hot Ambria but I didn’t think of it. I regret that now.

It’s a beautiful day, so we walk all the way back to center city. We settle on Locust Rendezvous which I love. She tells me she loves bars like that and that makes me happy. “The ‘Vous” as some people call it, is a small bar down around 15th and Locust.

Locust Rendezvous was established in September of 1989. Surviving in an ever-changing neighborhood, they have withstood the test of time. Many establishments have come and gone, not sure what they wanted to be when they grew up. Fortunately, they learned early on that they were just a great bar with good food — nothing more, nothing less.

Their goal, as always, has been to make all of their customers feel welcome. You’ll find when you come in regularly that there are many familiar faces. Their customers come from far and wide, remembering the great service, comfortable atmosphere and reasonable prices from their first venture through our front door. Repeat business is their mainstay, and all new are welcome.

I love a good tavern. The food is cheap, it’s tasty, and the beer is cold. I order a Yards Pale Ale, and Ambria gets a cocktail. We order a pair of tacos and Ambria asks for a basket of fries. Perfect.

We’re sitting at a table away from the bar and the moment belongs to us.

I love being with Ambria. She’s beautiful, fun and easy. Not easy sexually. I know that’s coming. I’m trying to stave that off. I know romance is paramount in any relationship. We could have jumped into bed after our second date. But I know better. Get to know her. Be sure. Grow together. Feel the force. Build the desire for the celebration. It’ll be so much better. Too many people just leap out of desire. I’ve seen this a hundred times. It’s a slippery slope that can easily end in disaster.

My experience guides me. If she’s the one, I’ll be present, myself and careful. Not so much for me, I’ll be fine, but for her heart. I need the glue to stick, the cohesion to happen and then when we finally come together it’ll be magic.

Most men rush in for the hasty close. I’ve been in sales all of my life. I love and know women. It simply doesn’t work that way. Set the trap. Go slow. Build the myth. Create the romance. Take it to a level that is so high there is nowhere else to go once you reach the top. There’s so much joy between the two of you, there is nothing left to do but make love.

She wants that. You want that. It should have happened eight chapters ago, but give it value. Make your memories now. Make them valuable. Make them truly memorable so when you get down to the ‘you and me’ it’s amazing.

Anybody can do the old “In and out” like John Lennon used to call it, but build something elegant and celebrate together with the only possession you came into the world with.

Share. Celebrate. Together.

The food comes, and it’s magic. We’re happy. Ambria says she loves this place again. We’re going to get along just fine. It’s obvious at this point. Her hand moves the basket and comes across the table top like a soft welcomed spider. She takes my hand and we entwine like old lovers.

The staff is great, and we learn our server is the GM and we dig that she’s on point.

After the little meal we decide to hit the next place. It’ 5pm and I remind her that Dan Dan’s happy hour starts at 4:30pm. She’s ready to roll too. We’ve done this place and it’s time to go. I think the real reason we go is, that we’re both thinking about the film we saw today.

She pays the bill, (Hooray!) and we head out with many thanks for the sweet repose. This has been the perfect stop and I’m glad I chose it.

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 9 – Take Me To The Garden Part 1

I was working at the office when I got a text from Ambria that she would be at the Independence Beer Garden with some of her co-workers on Friday night. I would be working at the salon until 8:00pm so I told her I could swing by around 8:30.

So I close up shop and head out. It’s really humid and just gross outside. I walk east on Walnut street and figure if I can just get to the other side of Broad street, I’ll head up to Chestnut and see if I can hop on a bus before I melt. I’m walking on 13th street and just as I get to the corner of Drury Street, some crusty homeless guy asks me if I can spare some change and I tell him I don’t have any just like I always do. But as I round the corner onto Chestnut, I see a hot, slender junkie chick, and she asks me the same question.

“I can’t resist a damsel in distress.” And I open my wallet and give her a dollar.

I am a shallow, fickle asshole. She was so grateful and God blessed me and I gently stroked her arm and told her to take care. I can’t resist beauty, even if it is hooked on opiates.

I keep walking east on Chestnut having done my good deed for the day. I look west and see that a bus is coming. I get to the corner and hang at the stop. I dig a token out of my pocket and hop on. The bus is air-conditioned and it’s just what I need to dry out a bit on my way down to the garden.

I get off at 6th street and walk up to Market Street. I enter the beer garden and they card me. Of course at age 55, I’m delighted to be carded. The only place I get carded now is at Rite Aid when buying cigarettes because by law they have to log in your birthday.

The place is pretty busy and there are loads of people around the main bar. It’s a big place. Well, it is Friday night, and normally I never go out on Fridays because it’s amateur night and mostly young people. They’re just noisy, drunk and annoying. It’s almost too hot to be outside at a beer garden. I prefer a nice quiet air-conditioned cocktail bar.

I don’t see her so I walk to the back of the garden because I know in the Southwest corner of the property there is a small bar. It’s like a little shack. I quickly get a Yards Pale Ale and it’s just what I need. I love a cold crisp beer on a hot day. I crush it pretty quickly and text Ambria where I am. I tell her I’m at the bar at the southwest corner of the garden, and she texts me back.

“That means nothing to me.”

It seems like I never date a woman with any sense of direction. But I don’t care, I’m going to order another beer and just chill for the moment. Suddenly this beautiful woman shows up. It’s not Ambria. It’s a woman who looks like she’s in her late twenties or early thirties. What’s unique about her is her hair is blue. But it looks amazing. It matches her dark blue denim skirt. She’s wearing a tight yellow shirt and little ankle sandals. Her legs are spectacular. She seems to be waiting for someone. I’m going to drink my second beer and stay right here. Maybe Ambria will come and look for me.

I get my next ice-cold Yards and it goes down easy, while I drink in the beauty of the woman standing there across the path from me. I swear, If I weren’t here to meet Ambria, I’d go over and talk to her. I swear to God I would connect with that lovely baby. She’s amazingly hot. But I can’t take a chance with Ambria on the property somewhere.

Here’s a pic of the blue haired fox.

I know it’s not a great pic but you can see that she is one fit girl. Her thighs are talking to me. Stacked and packed! Delish!

I decide to go look for Ambria because I’ve been here for twenty minutes and haven’t seen her. I walk back around to the main bar area and walk along the side searching the crowd. I don’t see her. I turn the corner and start walking along the front, when I get this little poke on my back.

 

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Wildwood Daze – Winter of 1979 – Lola – Part 6

Lola’s mom is out with her sister. All Lola and I want is some alone time.  I just want to kiss her her

I go to her house. The whole relationship has been condemned by anybody who knows. But I love her. Lola is beautiful and voluptuous and I can’t resist her. Her mom seems fine with is. I’m a nice boy who looks so innocent I’m probably her a year older than her 14-year-old daughter. I feel like Jimmy Page and Lori Maddox at this point. (Google it friends) But I adore Lola. She’s such a sweet baby to me. I always liked young girls. I think it came from me being me being grounded so much and having to hang out with my middle sisters at the house that I got a taste for young girls.

They were always around. So cute and friendly. I had no point of reference, I think it stunted my sexual maturity. From fucking up and being grounded all of the time when I was younger I would be home with my sister and her friends. I had nothing to do and they were always around. This is a thing I carried with me my entire life. All of my girlfriends once I got out of my horrible nightmare of a marriage were all younger than me.

20 years, 17 years, 10 years, and now 30 years. It’s a never ending cycle of failure.

If you date women younger than you, they will always want marriage and kids. and if you’re divorced and have a kid and paying a fortune in chid support you will never want to do that again, no matter how magically amazing your girl is. (See: Michelle.)

It’s a horrible cycle.

I kept dating and getting into relationships with young women over and over for over a decade and they all end the same.

 

Lola is delicious. I love her. But I don’t even know what love is. I have already relieved her of her virginity. I feel guilt and victory in the same breath. But mostly fear of the consequences of the adult part. Pregnancy and VD are my biggest nightmares from Jersey to LA. That and drugs.

I have realized that I love the feeling of being around a beautiful girl. I’m a teenager and I am crippled by anxiety and depression I don’t even know I have but Lola makes me feel good for the first time.

I go to her Aunt’s house and we kiss, drink soda, and watch TV. We know when her mom will be back.

I was always amazed at how big Lola’s breasts were at the age of 14 and how much she liked me having sex with her. But I was her first.

I had already had my cherry busted years ago in Philly at 16 but for Lola this was a whole new world. It was for me too. Sadly, even at the age of 17 I actually was even more turned on I was fucking an underage girl.

What was wrong with me at age 17? I don’t think now it was anything perverted because I really thought of Lola as my girlfriend and I absolutely loved her. Cute, sweet, witty and fun. Lola made me feel relaxed with a girl for the first time.

I loved her little visits with her mom in the winter of 79. Lola was the sweetest, warmest moments of my life back then.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 6 – Top Secret

Went on my third date with Ambria today. Normally your typical date lasts a couple of hours and off you go. Well not with this one.

She’s off on Mondays and Tuesdays so I planned a lunch date with her for Monday. I thought the usual Monday move of Cavanaugh’s Rittenhouse, because it’s half off cheesesteak day. But I changed my mind, and thought I should take her somewhere else a little more interesting. I know she goes on the restaurant’s website and checks out the menu and Cavanaugh’s is just simple bar food and sandwiches. I need to take her somewhere with a little more flair. I change the venue to Devil’s Alley. I let her know that morning and she replies in text that the food looks good. So I’ve made a good choice.

Devil’s Alley has sumptuous southern cuisine. The dining room on the main floor is spacious, and they can open the front  in nice weather. There is a bar upstairs and more tables near the front. They can also open that in nice weather. The rest of the floor is a long row of two tops along the wall all the way to the back where they have one big long banquet table. I hear the owner is a tyrant, but the food is always consistently delicious and the serving staff and bartenders are always really nice.

I had been running around right before that, and arrive at 12:45 and snag a quiet table upstairs. She’s in touch and tells me she’s getting off the train and is on her way over to the restaurant.

Instead of being 45 minutes late like last Wednesday night (I know, nurse stuff. All is forgiven) She comes up the steps and back to my table. I stand and give her a hug and a peck on the cheek. We sit and I look at my phone. 12:59. Well done Ambria. You made it.

The server, CJ comes over and is great. Sweet guy with good energy. Twenties. Probably working his way through college. I know what we must order first. The spicy dry rub wings. It’s six delicious morsels of amazingness. Ambria has to try these bad boys. They’re like nothing else in the city.

She orders the Satan’s Cooler. This is a crisp vodka driven cocktail with hints of fruit. I order a Diet Coke. It’s her day off, so it’s like her Saturday. It’s my real Monday and it’s a bit early for me to start hitting the sauce. She doesn’t know it yet, but I plan on spending some time with this lady today. Let’s see what happens. I said I wanted to get to know her better, and putting in solid time with her we can learn quite a bit.

She loves the spicy wings as I knew she would. Everybody I bring here loves them. When my friend Duncan comes to visit, he always gets two orders of them… and he lives in the South! They’re consistently that good.

She follows that up with the B.L.T and I hit the pulled pork sandwich, which is always good. Normally I go with a little hot sauce on the side, but I’m on a date, and I don’t want to be running to the bathroom and then coming back with tears in my eyes later.

Our lovely lunch lasts until 2:30, which is good. Hour and a half. Service was great and so was the food and especially the company. I have such good rapport with this girl.

We split the bill down the middle and head outside. It’s spitting a little still, but it’s not bad. She asks what we’re doing now, and I tell her I have some ideas. She asks if we can just walk a bit. She starts to realize we’re going to hang out some more. That was my plan all along. I tell her I know a spot where we can chill out until the rain subsides.

I take her over to Sofitel. She’s never been there. The Liberte Lounge is such a chill spot. I like hanging out there whether it’s at the bar or the lounge. We both realize how chilly it is in there. I think other people notice it as well. We move up to a pair of seats by the front windows so we can people watch.

This very nice French gentleman comes over and asks if we’d like something to drink. It’s 3pm so technically I should be good to go. We ask to see drink menus but I know I want a glass of chardonnay with a side of ice. She goes with the rose. We sit and chat and sip those two glasses for over two hours. That is highly irregular for me. I can drink oceans of chardonnay in no time flat. But it’s a lovely segue to happy hour. We’re in a different state of mind than last Wednesday. She was late, and stressed from work and wanted a pitcher of margaritas.  I was down for that, but today is just gently unrolling before us.

After about an hour of sipping our single glasses of wine, (Which she insists on paying for) we head across the street to Square 1682. My boy Roman is working the bar so the hook up will be happening. Ambria can’t believe I’m getting the hook up, but I tell her I’ve been coming here for a long time and it’s a good deal for everybody.

But after one drink we decide to go over to Dan Dan to see my buddy Chet and get some chicken pot stickers and whatever else she wants. I would have stayed at Square, but for some reason my Spider Sense was tingling and I just wanted to get out of there for some reason. Like I was going to run into someone I didn’t want to run into.

So I pay the bill and we walk a block over to 16th street to Dan Dan. It’s a great little spot and my buddy Chet is always good for keeping happy hour going for me anytime I go there. We get the pot stickers and some drinks.

This has been a lovely day with this lady. She’s sweet and funny, and I love the sound of her voice. It’s soft and warm. Just like her. I can’t believe my good fortune. Lightning has struck and it’s beautiful.

We stay for a bit and then it’s time for her to go home. I’m tired too after our nine hour date. It’s been glorious.

We kiss a bit while waiting for her UBER. It’s like our lips were made for each other. The car comes and off she goes until next time. I’m glad we’re taking it slow and dating each other. I can feel the pressure building in her. The desire rising to the surface.

Soon.

 

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Cheyanne – Who’s The Plug?

I met up with my lovely friend, Cheyanne at Davio’s at 17th and Sansom Street recently. The day is hot. Davio’s is on the 2nd floor of the Club Quarters. It’s nice and cool in the restaurant and it’s nice to be up off the street. Feels a little more exclusive.

Cheyanne is a brilliant business woman, life coach and motivator of people. She has a good mind when it comes to people and relationships. Whenever she’s in town for appointments with clients, if she can, she’ll squeeze me in for a drink or two.

We’re sitting at the bar. I’m sipping an ice cold martini and she’s having a glass of wine.

“Let me run a scenario by you, Cheyanne.”

“Sure.”

I place the plug to my phone charger on the bar. “This is the woman. Then I place my phone to the right of the plug. “This is the guy.”

“Okay.”

“There’s a woman I know who’s in a relationship with this guy. She sees him a few times a month, but sometimes less.”

“Why so little time together?”

“She works a lot, works weird hours, and is very busy with that.”

“What about the guy?”

“He lives about an hour away and works at two different jobs.”

“How long have they been together?”

“About a year.”

“Any problems?”

“Apparently none that has ever been mentioned.”

“So what’s the question?”

I pull out a pen from the pocket of my blazer and place it to the left of the plug.

“Who’s that supposed to be?”

“The pen is another man she met recently.”

“Oh…”

“Plug girl still loves phone guy very much and is happy with him.”

“Then why is she dating pen guy?”

“They just met up one day and there was chemistry.”

“Does phone know about pen and vice versa?”

“No. She says she likes them equally but for different reasons.”

“I see.”

“So what do you think is going on there?”

“Well she’s obviously not getting enough attention from phone guy. Regardless if she likes them equally, she’s not being honest with them or herself.”

“How so? She’s not hurting anyone. She’s just enjoying the company of both of these men.”

“Is she having sex with both of them?”

“Phone guy obviously, but it seems inevitable with Pen guy.”

“If she’s seeing both of them then and neither of them know about each other than she’s never giving all of herself to either guy.”

“But why does anyone have to give their all to anyone. Couldn’t she simply enjoy both of them and when the one is around give him her all and when the other one is present do the same?”

“No, because she’s living a double life and not being truthful with either of them. She’s cheating on both of them and they think they’re in an exclusive relationship with her and their not.”

“But why can’t she simply like them both and spend time with them both and sleep with both of them if she cares for them equally?”

“Because the guys think she’s their girlfriend, and she’s not being truthful about what either relationship really is. She’s living a lie.”

“Okay… Well thank you for that. I’ll explain that to her when I see her.”

“I have to get to my next appointment. It’s been great seeing you as always.”

‘Yea, you’re awesome, Cheyanne.”

She starts to walk out the door, when she suddenly turns to me.

“You’re the plug aren’t you?”

“Goddammit.”

(The plug is me. and the girls are Cherie and Ambria)

 

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Cherie – Chapter 37 – Four to Eight – Part Two

Cherie talked to her sister about bringing me to Thanksgiving. That’s a world away, but I want to go. Cherie says not the full family, because she doesn’t want to drive me away, but I’m fine with whatever. I love her and I’ll bite that apple and be glorious and charming. (As long as her retired Navy officer dad is cool with an older white guy loving his hot daughter)

I think he’ll be happy that she has chosen well and I’m good to her.

We leave Mix and walk back to the house.

We get to the bat cave and we go back to my bedroom. She notices that since the last time she was here she said she like Twix an York Peppermint Patties. I now have them in a little basket on her side of the bed.

Guys, It’s these little things you have to do to let your lady know you listen to her and love her. If there is a little thing she loves, Do it!

It’s a big deal to them. It’s a little bag of candy. It’s a coffee. Do it. Huge payoff. She’ll know you heard her and made a special trip to the store to please her. She may not even partake in the gift, but the fact that you heard her and made a special trip to the store to get her something she likes goes a long away.

That’s tiny romance, with a huge payoff, lads.

I got baby until tomorrow, so I’m taking my time. Hanging in bed with her, and chatting. I’m trying to be good, but I want her. But there is plenty of time. We’ve got all night. I’m just happy to be holding her and kissing her sweet lips.

I joke that she always says that because our time is so limited that she always ends up “nekkid on her back” I want to just hang with her for a bit and chat.

Cherie says that she wants me to take her jeans off and get down to business.

I’m always compliant.

And so is Cherie.

So magic ensues. It’s always amazing. That’s the only way I can describe it. I love her. I devour her. I am honored to worship at the temple of Cherie. She’s beautiful and perfect. There is no real perfection, But our machine runs like a Swiss watch made of flesh.

The window is open. My neighbors get the honor of hearing what it feels like to be alive and in absolute love. This is what real life sounds like. Go ahead. Turn a hose on us.

You all want this.

Everybody wants this ethereal magic. This celebration of the only possession we came into the world with that we choose to share with someone we love.

That’s it. When Joe Perry hits that screaming high note in “Train kept a Rollin’, That’s the moment.

Later, I’m laying back on my bed with my fresh royal blue sheets, and she is ripping into a Twix.

“So I’ll set the alarm for 6:30am tomorrow so we can get up maybe go again and then breakfast at Midtown Diner?”

“What?”

“Yea, we can fool around whenever you choose over the next 10 hours but I’ll get you fed ,and up and out in time for your train tomorrow morning.”

“When I said I had to be on an 8:30 train, I meant tonight.”

“Wait. What?”

“Oh my God. I feel like and asshole.”

“What?”

“I have to leave tonight. I have to be on a train at 8:30 tonight.”

“But usually when you come down you stay the night and you leave the next morning.”

“I know, and I know it’s been three weeks, but I know I could come down here on Sunday just to see for a few hours. That’s why I was wondering why you took me out for pizza. I thought you would just bring me home and fuck me.”

“Aww jeezuss honey. I thought we had all night so I wanted to feed you so you wouldn’t feel like you were just the nekkid girl always on your back lately with me. I know we love that and so do I, but I figured I had some time with you and we could at least share a meal together.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry, I feel like such an asshole.”

“No honey, it’s just a miscommunication. You didn’t know. Remember what we said about assuming? We make an ass of you and me.”

She almost looked like she was starting to cry.

I can’t have that with my beloved Cherie.

This is what makes her the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.

(Yea, I fuckin’ said that.)

She’s lying naked in bed with me. This gorgeous delicious baby. I adore her and am sometimes dumbfounded that she would even be attracted to a middle-aged white dude that is on the precipice of greatness or failure. (Apparently I carry a bag of charm with me)

“Oh my God, I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“Honey it’s okay. It’s just a miscommunication. I understand. I just assumed you were staying the night because you said 8:30 train. I just assumed tomorrow morning like always.

“I have to get my kid off to school and then I have to go to school and work.”

She was visually upset. She was so disappointed in herself for failing me I could feel it. It was a visceral moment. It showed me that she felt her confused struggling life had leaked over into our life.

But it hadn’t. I wouldn’t have to take melatonin or sleep meds to sleep because she would pass out after our marathon lovemaking at 8:30pm and I would be wide until midnight. I wouldn’t be reading articles on the internet because I was so wired from our sex and just on a different schedule than this neuroscience major mom.

I reassured her I was fine with the misunderstanding. She was upset. She had felt like she had failed me.

I’ve never experienced this sort of heartfelt charity in a girlfriend.

She can never fail me, because I am so grateful this wonderful woman is in my life.

But she doesn’t understand.

I am so grateful that she has chosen to love me, she can do no wrong.

She sees it as a failure. She loves me and doesn’t want to disappoint me or fail me.

Cherie really loves me. I know it.

I continue to reassure and joke with her.

It’s really okay. I am honored I had the time with her that I had. I love her so much.

I love her more for her critical thinking and heartfelt response.

She’ll go home thinking she failed me, but she hasn’t. She’s actually made it stronger and better, because she cares for me so much she got so upset that she thought she had failed me.

Cherie can’t fail me. Like Michelle couldn’t fail me. I’ve never been angry with either of them.

I can never sustain anger for girl I really and truly love no matter what they do.

If you really love someone, sometimes mistakes just bring you closer.

Can’t wait to see her again to see “Pirates of the Caribbean 5 this weekend!

Ain’t love grand?

 

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