I had an interesting situation this weekend.
I was spending time with the old lady, kicking back and watching TV. Now she has an issue with my Blackberry. Sometimes it goes off late at night. It might be an email from my credit card company with a “friendly reminder” that a payment is coming due or from an old friend that lives out of state that just wants to say “hey”, some male, some female. We’ve had conversations about this before about what are deemed to be “appropriate” call and text times….which frankly buggs the hell out of me. I’m a grown assed man. You don’t tell me when a friend can or can’t text me.
Anyway, this weekend, I just wasn’t in the mood to talk, so I decided to turn my Blackberry off.
“Why you turning your phone off?”
“I don’t feel like talking to anyone.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
This proceeded to turn into an argument about how I’m keeping her in a box because she really hasn’t met my friends and I’m shady for turning my phone off.
Honestly, she hasn’t met many people I know. We have quite a few mutual friends we’ve known, but other than them, I don’t know many. A woman will have hundreds of friends, ranging from people she might run into every ten years to old friends she’s known since the second grade. A man as about 3, maybe 4 people he calls “friends”. And if we haven’t talked within the last year, don’t try to hit me up on Facebook with a friend request. You will get ignored without so much as an afterthought.
I’ve got 4, and none of them within what most consider a reasonable distance. My closest friend lives a little over an hour or so away. The others live out of state. We’ve tried to make arrangements to get together but haven’t been able to coordinate schedules. When I’m not with her or my son, I can be found at the gym or work. I have a very uneventful life.
I was told I’m “shady” and it isn’t the first time I’ve heard that. I’ve been accused of doing things I’m not.
There’s an old saying “If you keep knocking on the devil’s door, eventually, he’ll answer you.” If you keep poking a dog with a stick, eventually, he’ll bit your ass. If you keep accusing a man of cheating, eventually, he will (not saying I’m going to but you can only push someone so far).
A lot of times, people, particularly women (yes – I’m calling you out), look for things that aren’t there. You think you have the 6th sense for cheating that lets you know if he is. I’ve even heard of women checking their man’s pockets for numbers and underwear for “evidence.” Then, they get surprised if he does cheat. If he’s going to get accused of cheating and called a dog, he may as well go bury his bone.
If you’re going to accuse a man of playing games and cheating, at least have some evidence. Don’t go on a hunch. Don’t go off what your lonely assed girlfriends have to say. If you have proof, fine. Until then, stop looking for sh*t to argue about. Life is hard enough without that.
So ladies, go ahead keep knocking on the devil’s door. When you see your man inside with his feet up on the couch, don’t say you weren’t warned.
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