I was disappointed that the comedy show didn’t work out.
I went but due to heavy rain they delayed the start time. Being the diligent dog owner I am, I decided that was too long for my babies to be alone and ended up calling it a night before it even started.
Aside from my writing, I started a part time job in sales that I am hoping will work out. I’m hopeful because the boss is friend of a friend and very lax about my schedule. Leave it to me to find the one job where I leave and they ask me when I will be coming in again. However the comedy club was after a “work day” so when the show was delayed, I told the friend I was with I’d rather go home. They understood and the puppies were happy to see us.
Earlier that day when I was at work, I found myself complaining about all the voicemails I was getting. I said I was tired of everyone contacting me when it was convenient for them. Just because they had an hour to kill didn’t mean I did. Unless you are in my top five, as in daily conversers, I prefer to schedule a chat via text when it’s convenient to both.
My coworker said, “Wow. You are a horrible friend!”
Surprisingly, considering the source, it gave me pause. Giving it some thought I had to agree, I probably was a crappy friend. So crappy, in fact, that I didn’t even bother me to acknowledge that I was a crappy friend.
Naturally, I applied this to dating. Was I still single because I made a crappy girlfriend? I tried to think of the benefits of me as a girlfriend but found myself coming up short. I reflected back on previous ex’s complaints and the number one offender was my independence. Could I be too independent? No man has ever complained of a woman being financially independent (OK maybe Republicans) but was I physically and emotionally too independent?
Although I have been single for less than a year, my relationship with J was dead long before it was over. I became rather self-sufficient, maybe too self-sufficient. Perhaps I didn’t have a man because I didn’t need a man.
For example, recently the town home above mine had leaked some water into my garage ceiling. After some investigation, I informed the owner that I suspected their AC drain pan was leaking/overflowing. They confirmed it wasn’t and went about their day.
Not convinced, I called up J to come cut out the wet drywall. When my neighbor heard us sawing, he ran down exclaiming I was right about the AC pan and all I needed to do was paint some Kilz on it. He offered to paint it for me but I declined. Oh and by the way this man repairs AC’s for a living! J offered to paint; Scott offered to paint it, decline, and decline.
I went to Lowe’s bought a kit and painted it myself. Scott was so mad! He said I never let anyone do anything for me. After reflecting, I see his point. It would have been no big deal to let him or J or anyone really do it. I simply feel if there is something I can do myself, I will do myself.
Emotionally, I am very spoiled. I have an amazing family. So much so that anyone who meets them makes a point of telling me how lucky I am. So I had to wonder, have I become too self-sufficient?
On another note, the hottie from across the pond got in contact again. Apparently he keeps up with my columns. He wanted it well known that he apologized, misses me and looks forward to meeting me once he is in the U.S.! I hear his text and messages in that sexy Irish accent, which he knows the U.S. girls dig, and can’t help but smile.
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Kimmie is a graphic designer, full time dog-mom and aspiring aerialist. You can keep up with her craziness on her blog life-withdogs.blogspot.com and follow her on twitter at @lifewithdoggies