m.a.r.k.e.t._c.r.u.m.b.l.e.s
Some men are so full of themselves. Some thought they were in control. All are true, but soon they would realize it was all a rule everyone plays by. It took almost a year for my friend Kate to come to realization that her man is never ever going to accept her as she is. He rather likes her in a passive position, where she would wait for him at home and cook his favorite supper. Something that not likely to drop into her agenda. And to make matter worse, she is in one of those professions that require quite an extensive of travelling. Christ, our last get-together was like months ago, and the one before that was probably a year back. It is like trying to catch a fly in Alaska.
When she decided to leave him, he was still stuck to that ego of his and kept cool about the relationship ending. Months later, they met up. It was the whole preppy talks that hit her why they weren’t mean to last. It was too good to be true. They were just happened to be at the right place and at the right time to have that relationship considered. Back then he probably didn’t know much about her personality and kept believing that he was protecting her. In clarity Kate doesn’t need any protection or any decision maker.
For instance, she let him make their arrangement because it was much easier for her to let him make the decision, but it doesn’t mean she didn’t have a brain of her own. She does. She thought she could quietly play his game. However much she tried, she couldn’t. It would certainly be a hazardous to herself for suppressing her character. Thus her move was for the better. And mind you after months of breaking up, he still couldn’t keep his hands off her completely, clinging to her hoping to get another go under her skirt.
Last night after spoken to her on the phone, she seems to be getting over the fact that not everyone is meant to be in a relationship, either it be monogamous or polygamous. Like what another friend CT said, “Some are good for flings and some are potential life partners. While some almost only remains in the long-term investment that simply worth the keep and maintenance, but not something that you fancy.”
And that phone call woke me to my own lifestyle. It has always been long-term investment. Nothing to lose except that when the investment starts to slip out of my hand; and also the numbers of opportunity to have a quick fling were quicker to brush aside than when it comes, somply for the reason of believing that the long-term investment is really the potential life partner. Given the time, the table has turned and the card is played differently. It is finally my call.
