Normally, I may spout off a numbered list of Grown A** Woman Gripes that have been bothering me for a few days; but, this one…this one deserves its own audience.
 
Yesterday, all around the world “I love you” and “Happy Valentine’s Day” was stated millions of times over. It was the day that you should have attempted to make everything about that special person in your life. And us singles? Well, we celebrated or didn’t in our own way. But, there was one betrothed man that didn’t acknowledge this day. And it made me sick to my plucking stomach.*
 
I gave him my business card because he mentioned that he was looking for a particular business service and I knew a contact that could assist him. When he called me, I wasn’t home, and I told him that I could look up this person’s contact info in my emails and I could shoot it to him in the same fashion. His reply was that he really appreciated it and that I could use his personal email to get in contact with him whenever I wanted because he wanted us to be friends. That was absolutely fine. When dealing with anything in life, you need people to give you the inside scoop:
           
So, you say that I need a new set of brakes and rotators? Lemme call my friend, the auto mechanic.
Really? I need my roof replaced? Lemme call my contractor buddy.
Dang, leaking pipes? Lemme call my plumber pal.
 
But, when you say…”Yeah, just send me an email when you want to contact me. ‘We’ share the phone for business and she might not understand that I met a new friend. Um, I was wondering…what if I wanted to be a little more than friends?”
 
Wait…WHAT?!
 
I was looking for cameras. There is no way that you are trying to line up some strange on Valentine’s Day and you’re engaged. Then he proceeded to let me know:
 
The relationship is fine. (lie…if it was then you wouldn’t and couldn’t allow these words to come out of your mouth.)
There aren’t any major problems (lie #2…the relationship consists of two people and one of them is trying to pick up somebody else.)
 
When I let him know that I’m not into sharing or going halfsies on a man, he said he understood. Then, (yep…then) he said, “Do you want the option to change your mind later?”
 
SERIOUSLY, WHERE ARE THE D@MN CAMERAS?! This has got to be a reality tv show.
 
When I assured him that yes, that is my final answer and that I want to lock it in; he somewhat relented. Yes…I said somewhat. He called later in the day. I let it go to voicemail. There is nothing else that we need to discuss. Needless to say…he didn’t make the ‘Handy’ Friend list.
 
 
*Article Disclaimer: Sir, if you’ve looked at my card and decided to visit the UPH blog…yes…this is about you. And that feeling you’re experiencing right now? It’s a mixture of shame and embarrassment. Happy You Suck Day!!