No matter the man, the same challenges of communication seek out my relationships and proceed to bomb all that is well, or at least all that seemed well. Men are (I am quite nearly convinced) incapable of perceiving the point when it comes to the most basic of courtesies. They can be charming, thoughtful, handsome, intelligent, funny, acrobatic- it matters not, because there will come a time when they will not meet me at the half way mark, or the quarter mark, or anywhere remotely near it. This I refer to as “dropping the ball.” This phrase has a wide range of uses in the English language, but I feel that it is ironically poetic when describing this particular relationship related mishap.
Imagine that the relationship is the ball, which is delicately passed back and forth between partners in a beautiful dance of love and affection. When one partner mis-communicates or misunderstands, there is a fumble. When one partner simply ignores prior conversations to instead entertain fruitless nights of drinking with pals, the ball is dropped all together. Example:
Boyfriend: You want to hang out later?
Me: Yes, I would.
Boyfriend: I am going to go the gym, but I’ll call you after.
Me: Ok.
Kisses goodbye, etc.
Later that same day…
Phone Rings
Me: Hello?
Boyfriend: Hey, just got done at the gym. I think me and the guys are going to the Bar to play a few rounds of pool, you can come over after if you want. I might be drunk though, because it’s hard not to get drunk at the bar.
Me: He said might be drunk, I will foolishly think that this means he won’t and thus will still honor our plans... Ok, just call me later.
Boyfriend: Ok. Have fun.
Me: You too.
Later that same day…
Text received one full hour after expected phone call-
Text from Boyfriend: Fight at the bar!
I don’t respond because I am immediately irritated. I call twice with no answer, so I decide to send a text…
My text: So I guess this means that you are not done yet and so we won’t be hanging out tonight.
Phone immediately rings.
Boyfriend: Hey! Acts like nothing is wrong
Me: Hi.
Boyfriend: Sorry that things didn’t work out tonight, but we’re still here and…
Me: Don’t say that we are going to hang out if we aren’t.
Boyfriend: You’re right, I’m sorry, but…
This is simply not enough so I say goodbye and hang up the phone immediately. Mother &^%$#@$!!!!
The End.
that's pretty much how it goes...no surprises here...
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ReplyDeletetake it from me.....married almost 30 years, the ball never stops dropping! Just like they told us at the Mountain, you have to learn to catch the tennis balls that come flying at you, or in this case, you have to learn to pick up the dropped ball, start tossing it again or move on to the next game!
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