Needless to say, I have bad habits that annoy the shyte out of some men. First, I sleep and root like a pig, I wish my laptops could defend themselves. Second, I lived with this guy that got so annoyed when I walked around with the toothbrush in my mouth, and how I untidily just throw down my clothes on the credenza or chairs.
Third, I was going out with this other guy that was irritated when I left the cap off the tube of toothpaste, and left it all bent out of shape. God knows, my heart was willing, but the flesh was weak; still is; I tried but cannot reform. I complied for a few day, but before you know it, I was back to my wicked ways.
Fourth, got all day? I could go on about my pet peeves on flatulence in bed; coming home to a dark house; leaving dirty dishes or a utensil in the sink; putting pots and shopping bags in the refrigerator; as well as, leaving an ounce of milk or juice in the container.
Hence, it’s little things like these that slowly erode and chip away at relationships, and eventually send the nut or bolt to join the rusty anchor in the harbor; when this happens, it means that the body is there with you but the mind is looking for an escape.
Here’s the thing, one of man’s frailty is that they don’t change, but making concessions will transform the situation. The problem with this statement is when people fall in love, bliss take over and reality is nowhere to be found. Consequently, love sees the red flags, yet, they are shot down as soon as they rear their ugly heads.
No problem, I will change him or her, news flash, it’s not going to happen. So, don’t expect to spring your dislikes, expectations, wants and needs on the person when the honeymoon is over, as you will only be heading for the road of resentment on the way to the village of discontent.
Thus, set boundaries at the beginning of the relationship and avoid establishing precedence that you will regret.
For example, I put this on the table, if a woman drops dead on top of you, seriously, lose my numbers, however, if you are in some kind of a bind, I am going to put away the petty differences and render you help and support. Most importantly, and whatever gossip that you hear about me outside of these four walls, leave it where it belongs, out there.
P.S – The sweet thing about having separate sleeping quarters under the same roof, that is, adjoining apartments, duplex or opposite sides of the same house, is that the man comes and goes as he pleases, drunk, dirty or smelly and at the same time, preserving respect for the living arrangements. If he wants to live like a pig, that’s his prerogative.
Though I am addicted to the scent of a man, I am willing to sacrifice it for a quiet life. Besides, sleeping in the same bed is highly overrated, as the woman doesn’t want the man jumping on her tired body every night, and man doesn’t want the woman mash up his body with her latest gymnastics shenanigans.
