All’s Well That Ends Well

Talked to Mark tonight. He was in a much better mood. He said something about this weekend and I said, “Oh no. You’re dissing me.” He said, “What? We’re not doing anything? … [pause] … what did I say last night?” I refrained from saying the four-letter words running through my mind and gave him a two-sentence synopsis. The gist of the matter is that we’re going out Saturday and he’s figuring out what to do.

I was telling him about a colleague who received a mink coat from her husband. Aside from wondering who the hell still wears mink, the gift leaves a bad taste in my mouth because just about every day, this woman bitches about her husband and what a dick he is. Two anniversaries ago, it was a Beemer convertible; this year, diamond earrings. Mark said, “Well, baby, a bottle of wine and candles will have to do until the $$$ starts rolling in.” I replied, “It’s okay. We’re still in the giddy stage of a budding relationship. Once that wears off, I’ll demand more.” “I’ll start saving,” was his response.

My therapist pointed out today that, at the first hint of trouble, I’m ready to bail. Which is true. But if I’m not going to deal with a little bit of unpleasantless, why date anyone more than once or twice? It was a huge deal for me to call Mark back last night. I still need to address the match.com issue. But I still need to address the Ryan issue on my own end.

Damn, damn, damn. At least he’s moving out of his parents’ this weekend. I think he was only there two months. He seems to be in a hurry to move too. Can’t say that I blame him. Of course I don’t know his parents, but hell if I could stand two months with mine.