rozpad LTR, nový začátek

DocLove napsal:I began weighing her pluses and minuses. On one side, she smelled like jungle gardenia, looked like Cindy Crawford (only thinner), and of course she never, ever nagged. She loved me, was more fun than a roller coaster ride at Magic Mountain, and she made me feel like a million dollars. On the other side, she was a mess. My moment of truth hit me one morning while shaving and staring in the mirror: I came to the sad conclusion that she wasn’t good marriage material. Why? Because she was a non-functioning woman.

The Reality Factor says that being in love and having a successful marriage are way different things. Though it almost killed me, I dropped Miss Flaky. I knew that if I continued to see her, I would be hooked forever. She later called me, and I listened to her pleas on my answering machine (which you would never do!), but I never picked up the phone. It got to the point where I would have to leave my apartment because I knew I didn’t have the strength to turn the volume down and feared caving in and calling her – remember now, this is the girl whose legs went on forever! I forced myself to hustle new home phone numbers, though I really was not interested in doing so.

Eventually, I got over her (only time heals). But here is the good part: the next time another Miss Flaky came along, it was easier for me to spot her and to take a walk sooner. Plus, I learned to control my feelings a little more.