I can picture you reading this.
Perhaps you’re perched over your newspaper with mug in hand, scooping toast into your mouth with your pinky in the air.
Maybe you’re sneaking in a read while you lounge on the couch enjoying some of nature’s finest.
Maybe, you’re even listening to wifey put the kids to bed down the hall.
Whomever you may be, trust me, this post is about you.
“But how can it be?”
You’re getting that sinking feeling in your stomach right now aren’t you darling?
You poor thing. It’s kinda like the same feeling your half-truths have given the other person on the receiving end of your juvenile rationale that not telling someone something doesn’t constitute a lie. Grow up and grow some.
It’s not about lying or not lying. It’s about being truthful, trustworthy, and kind.
You have yet to develop those traits, so long as you skirt around the truth like a nine-year old.
Besides the universal truth of women’s intuition, now we have social media as well. Which means the little half-truths and lies you tell are not that long in revealing themselves all on their very own.
So, to women and men out there who like to manipulate their relationships, stop wondering why people-of-good-character don’t set firm dates with you.
Stop wondering why we back out at the last-minute, or just seem like we just don’t want to do stuff with you.
The reality is, you’ve made us feel like second-best, and frankly, you’re our last choice as well. You’ve become what my savy, grey-wigged-great-auntie used to refer to as, ‘Any port in a storm’. You may be good for a beer, or a bonk, but nothing more than that.
Most of us have reached the age where the old adage is true; If we can’t be friends how can we be lovers?
The bad news for you is that everyone knows you’re a coward who hides the truth. The good news is, now you know your secret is out. You might have just enough years left in your lifetime to make something of yourself.