In my experience though unconvinced hot date, I made a rapid and simple fact: there is a physiological time it takes to really understand how a person, or at least, do you look for from you and from life.
Yes, because the first meetings are always a little tense, the desire and the intention to make a good impression with the other, perhaps to be more self-confident, or perhaps less encumbered, more attentive, less timid, more interesting. But then, after a while ', if you have the patience to go a bit' well, you know better.
In fact, even with the Frog-Prince, has been and is a bit 'so. After a
beginning of a true Officer and a Gentleman, for some time began to take an ugly turn.
Why do not deny it, to know a new person requires commitment. Or at least, requires time and interest necessary for dating, being together and understand each other.
It 'obvious that, if neither is willing to sacrifice something of its well-organized and committed to devote time to another, unless the condition is basic to know, and we might as well give up.
Now, as is well known to all those who know me a bit ', after a minimum of ten hours straight in the studio, I sit at night I love very small house in relaxation, a bit 'of TV news in a few pages of the book, and napping. Obviously, if someone invites me out, or if a friend's birthday, or if there is some entertaining evening, a cinema or anything, just go out willingly.
It seems, however, that this aspiring prince, who hath been already played the crown and, as for me, even the white horse, has commitments (... that, you know, the friends with whom to drink beer are fundamental to the life of a forty-year) every night and it's only free, as chance would have it and not even on the rare evenings when I'm busy. I propose a compromise, a commitment I move, as long as lofaccia him well, but not captures.
Indeed, as if I had not a taste of being a "big job" of responsibility, it also tells me that you are stressed, who has no time for practically nothing.
I tell him clearly that, in all honesty, I do not want to do these tricks, which I'm not going to chase anybody, that if there is, well, and if not, well the same.
He tells me he shot me, I reply, with a nice coup de theater, the ordinary like the Barilla penne, who like him if they are to the consignments. A pallet, indeed. That work and the rest are just the perfect excuse for an interest in me that, let's face it, I really think a little 'Scarsini.
What people are tired of mediocre, superficial and stereotypical, and apologies that some may even be good for her friends, but not for me.
What if there are certain conditions good, if not, I thank the doctor, go ahead and waste, that the better one ...
And it happens that, after yet another angry reaction when I noted that I are never free, I lose all patience, he does a little touchy on, resentment, disappointment, and me down complete the chain. At all, really.
I pass a couple of days without me hearing. Him as well.
And I realize that not only did I miss it one bit ', which not only do I wonder where is / what she is doing / why not call me, but I feel even freer, more peaceful, more in balance with myself. Why is it still be a great sadness to 'I'm the point, almost thirty-five.
I let this feeling in stand-by, partly because he now spend Christmas with relatives. Moreover, he has lost quite a few 'points ...
Last night, I'll get her a text message: "Sorry for everything. Are already complicated mine, and is not an easy period of my life. If you allow me, I'd like to invite you to dinner when I get back. "
I only: "Life is not easy for anyone, really. At no time. "
He said, 'Ok, you're right on this. So, welcome dinner? "
course, my self-esteem goes a little bit better, and I must admit that it became a matter of principle. But I do not know if I go out to dinner with you, I have to think.
Then, maybe tonight, calmly, I answer. To my busy schedule I've got a big job, so many responsibilities, Friends one thousand, two hundred and dinners are also very stressed ...
Meanwhile, cute, you're there to boil your soup a bit '.
Why now, yes, that really shot me ....
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