A friend once told me, when it came to relationships, your luggage has to match. There needs to be enough in common on an emotional and personality level for compatibility. The lover, who I previously mentioned, did not match or even compliment my baggage. Interestingly enough, this did not come as a surprise. The thought of calling it off had been popping in and out of my head for the last 2 days. I thought about it so much these past couple of days that I receive a phone call this evening from the lover with the announcement that the relationships wasn’t working.

I know it’s passive-aggressive, but I was relieved that I did not have to make the decision. Tonight is the first time in a few weeks that I have not felt stifled or on guard worried that I was not giving enough attention or paying enough compliments to the lover. I being who I am just cannot handle clinginess, people who need to be constantly entertained, or who zap my energy. It is a futile effort attempting and draining, physically and emotionally to create something when there was never anything there in the first place. I have never been one of those women who are afraid of being alone. Hell, if I could find a way to never leave the house and still pay my bills I’d do it in a heartbeat. It had been sometime since I had dated and the lover was the first person I met who didn’t annoy or disgust me.

One day, I will learn to pay attention to what my emotions and common sense are telling me when it comes to romance.

And that was that. And I ain’t mad or even a little sad.

Hey, that rhymed. ((^_~))

~ Strange