Wednesday, April 21, 2010
at 4:29 PM
(The ride I SHOULD be training for but with recent issues, my body hasn't been up to it.)
With those upcoming events and events from this past weekend, it looked like we wouldn't see each other for an entire month.
I'm sorry, you guys, I'm independent and all. I love my vibrator and everything. But 4 weeks? Um... nothankyouverymuch.
So we decided to meet halfway. There are a few little hotels along the route that turns our 3 hour drive into an easy 1 1/2 hours. We could meet on a weeknight and get up and drive our separate directions to work the next day. I like it. Great idea!
Mama's gonna get some lovin'!
We've also discovered that over the (almost!) year that we've been together, we've met halfway on lots of things. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. Financially. Sexually.
Our relationship feels like a partnership in many wonderful ways. It is challenging, at times, because we're both 40 years old and very set in our ways. We've had 20 years of love relationships and 20 years of parent/child relationships that have trained us to think and act a certain way, to believe in certain non-truths, to relate to the opposite sex a particular way.
A majority of the time, we agree on lots of things. When we're together, it's ridiculously easy. We get along. Have similar tastes. Enjoy the same things.
But when each of us is hard-ass set-in-our-ways about something, it can be downright exhausting. We talk it through. We work it out. We compromise. We meet... well.... halfway.
Sometimes we even agree to disagree.
I'm not used to compromise. (SHOCKER!) Honestly, I'm used to getting my way or not getting what I want at all. I don't necessarily think its a bad thing that Gentleman Jack challenges me on some things. I guess its about time somebody did! But there are times that I don't feel like talking about it. I don't feel like working it out. Yet there he is, waiting patiently at the halfway point for me to join him.
I guess its about time this girl's growin' up, huh?
*The picture (from here) has nothing to do with the post but it cracked me up nonetheless.*