Caterwauling

Sherri asked:

What are/were your relationship dealbreakers?

It’s a case-by-case basis. For some, it’s the fact that they’re still living and breathing.

I mean, I get frustrated because one bolts for the exits at the first sign of turbulence and I get mad at another because I’m trying to hit them on the ass with the door and they’re too dumb to start walking. I want to wallop one with no sense of humor and yet strangle one who can’t take anything seriously.

The obvious dealbreakers, of course, include a wife/live-in/steady. Kids usually put me off, especially those who might live there part- or full-time. There’s a reason for that, and it’s not that I (completely) hate other people’s offspring.

But the not-so-obvious dealbreaker, and one that’s only a recent addition, is a lack of chivalry.

I am happy to talk about all my failed semblances of relationships here. But what I keep to myself are the little moments that normal people would let slide by — the things that others forget or don’t even notice, yet I will cherish for a million years because I was somehow special enough to be worthy of them.

By default, I open my own doors, I expect to not have my dinner paid for and I certainly am not going to sit around thirsty, waiting for someone to buy me a drink. (I have reasons for that, too.) However, I recently had someone forcibly rip me out of that lack of expectations. And talk about a change for the better!

It’s all well and good to go by the username Goddess, but to actually accept feeling like royalty once in awhile shouldn’t be such a foreign concept. You’ll get crapped on at work or feel invisible as a patron at a store or business, but never ever NEVER in your personal life is it necessary to feel overlooked and underloved if there’s someone around perfectly capable of worshiping you.

So yeah, I’m watching you, O He Who Arrives Next. The bar’s been raised (and I’m having a glass of white wine at it!). I struggle within all of my life’s roles, so the one you can help me to enjoy — i.e., being a lady — is the interview that might just land you a recurring role and, potentially, could score you the job itself.

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