It’s official. My life just got a little less complicated. Romeo got the boot…. ha, ha…I don’t think he’s knows it quite yet
Romeo doesn’t have to die (and God forbid the notion that he should)… but he can’t be a part of Gazelle’s horizons.
There has always been something nagging me about him. I think we are two people with starkly different backgrounds on super-different wave-lengths. Throw in the tendency to communicate via text and you have a recipe for disaster.
I never read the Steve Harvey book, but I have been trying to “think like a man” (whatever that means… ha, ha). Mainly, I think that women tend to over-analyze everything a guy says and does. So I didn’t do that. And when he said something that I didn’t understand, I told him to please explain what he was driving at.
I was careful, really careful not to project anything on to this thing that apparently will never get off the ground.
It started with my noticing his texting/ non-in-person communication style in general… I hate it. I am super old-school and sometimes had to sit and think about what his messages meant– there was so much text/post language on there. Although this drives me mad, I never said anything… well not to him anyway (my family members know better than to send me messages like that.. ha, ha).
Then I noticed their erratic frequency. At first they were all them time. Then they came less frequently but resulted in several exchanges. The only problem was that he always seemed to gloss over things: answering pertinent questions, final confirmation of meeting place/time…. and then would pop-up again hours later like nothing ever happened…seemingly picking up from where we left off.
Today was the straw the broke the camel’s back. A seemingly simple misunderstanding, an obvious miscommunication. But it doesn’t matter. I stare into the next few weeks and don’t want to deal with this anymore. If he can’t understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, or flowing from my phone/computer keyboard, and I so drastically miscalculate his, then it’s time to call it quits. It’s like the next few months flashed before me:
Me: Let’s meet at that new place next to the Tapas bar. I know you really like steak and have heard that there’s is pretty good.
Him: Oh you want Tapas?
Me: huh? NO, I hate Tapas, I said let’s meet at the place next to the tapas place. I told you yesterday that I hate Tapas.
Him: So you don’t want Tapas… you want to come and chill at my place?
Me: um… what?
….. The future does not look promising. And the worst part, is that I think he may have been hinting at exclusivity…. what?!? … then again, who knows what he really meant…
This post might seem a bit cryptic, well it is (I think this all that I can reveal about Romeo in good conscience…) but I hope the core part of my message is clear. At this point, continuing the liaison with Romeo would be like having a boyfriend who only speaks Chinese. It would be great when you were together and could rely on human interaction to make up for what you can’t articulate vocally. But all other forms of communication would fall flat.
and here is my lament: What the heck is wrong with me? Being unlucky at love is one thing, but being unlucky at like? …. ha, ha…. It was nice while it lasted (and he’s really cute… I’m really going to miss that… ha, ha).