This afternoon I had a lovely surprise. A rather handsome man whom I’ve known since once-upon-a-time popped in to say hello at the little coffee shop where I was writing .
I wanted to give him a long, slow, deep, wet kiss right there on the spot.
I wanted to tell him that planning to be disappointed during one of the most magical and romantic times of year was a really stupid thing to do.
I wanted to make wild, dirty, love to him underneath his yet-to-be erected Christmas tree. It was all I could do not to give in to my desire to erect things….
But that wouldn’t do.
No. I’ll tell you why. He’s torturing himself with the slow and painful ending of a bad relationship.
We’ve all done it. We’ve all put ourselves through the agony because we’re afraid of pulling the pin. Like much of life, we’re afraid of endings when we don’t know for sure what comes next.
While deployed in the trenches of love, I learned that swift and complete is the only way to end something that’s dying a painful death. I still kinda suck at it though.
Anyway, Mr. Slice-of-juicy-man-steak and I had a little chat. I rambled as I often do when I can’t focus and I’m visualizing my sweater being ripped off, breasts heaving, and tumbling naked into a candlelit bed. But I digress….
The crux of his matter is hinging on a do-or-die-show-up-or-no-show performance on Christmas day.
For everyone out there in relationship purgatory, please consider another perspective.
Why hang another expectation on an otherwise emotionally stretched holiday? It is THE holiday of the year. It’s a time to gather together with the people we love, and share our lives.
Why not count-down to something a little more magical and heart-warming than, ‘if he/she doesn’t do this’, I’m ending it?
Why not shift the negative, I-dont’-want-to-feel-unloved-and-miserable, to an, I-can’t-wait-to-be-happy-focus?
Maybe I see the world differently because I’m surrounded by loss; people who didn’t get a chance to do the things they wanted to, or say the things they wanted to say.
The man who sat beside me this afternoon has a strong, protective side that I admire and respect. He still has a playful side that I miss seeing, and that I’d love to spend time with.
For everyone out there with a partner who doesn’t treat you like you are amazing, who does not choose to adore you every day, who doesn’t make you laugh until you’re breathless, I beseech you to stop wasting everyone’s time.
If my sexy, juicy, delightfully sensual friend is out there reading this, know that I hope to see you soon. This time at home, laughing, with a little too much champagne, and a giant heap of clothing on the floor.
There is mistletoe hanging at my door just waiting to fulfill it’s destiny.