Tonight, a particularly trying conversation has prompted this post.
28. My sweetheart man can be unintentionally albeit eminently frustrating.
We have a task to complete, the rewriting of his work resume. This is not a difficult job for me to assist, since I used to professionally compose resumes at an executive management firm. I am accustomed to proper phrasing, formatting and presentation of words and accomplishments.
However, tonight I want to drink, or at least poke something with a sharp stick!
While interviewing my sweetheart man over the phone since he is currently out of town (and thus out of reach of my stick!), he rambles, avoids, and does not answer my direct questions.
His instant messages contradict the simultaneous telephone discussion that he is streaming in my ears as I am trying to keep up with dual modes of conversation.
I plead with him to slow down, to choose one mode or the other, and to then just take a break to organize his thoughts. This prompts him to speed UP his pace, not decrease it.
I have reached my limit.
I want to poke him with a stick.
But he’s not here.
And I love him.
I choose to!
