21. Real is not necessarily rude, it’s just real
At the beginning of July El told me the first thing I probably ever said to him. He reminded me that we met at Golden Gate Tap Room while watching the 2015 NBA Finals.
He said I turned to him while leaving the bar with my order and said:
Sorry. I didn’t get you a drink. I just met you, so I didn’t get you one.
I don’t recall saying those words exactly, but knowing myself—I definitely said it to him. Granted, I was probably handling a level 6 buzz at the time, meaning I am much more comfortable saying things of that nature to strangers.
He told me he was slightly taken aback but also very impressed: “Damn. This girl is hella real.”
He could’ve interpreted my statement as rude, he could’ve written me off and been a dick to me from that point on, but he took my candor as a genuine statement (which it was). It’s not that I don’t have a filter (I am very good at reading social situations), I just always have to vet you. At this point in my friendship with El, I'd buy him a dozen drinks, easily.
There can be a fine line between real and rude, you might misinterpret one from the other, but the older we get you’re probably dealing with the latter, check your feelings at the door. Decipher the two properly.
22. Love is inconvenient
I have decided I want to be inconvenient as fuck for the next man in my life (not on purpose—never on purpose). Cause when you’re in love you don’t realize how much a special person manages to disrupt the time in your day.
You won’t notice it’s happening when it does, because you’re too concerned about the other individual. They start infiltrating your life and all of the sudden—BAM… you’re going out of your way to accomplish nice gestures.
I thought of you.
I wanted to see you.
I thought you’d like this.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
You start entering selfless territory. You cater to bad days, bad weeks, sick moments and emotional needs because their overall happiness and wellness is a priority regardless of how it manages to throw a wrench into your schedule.
I want old-school extra-inefficient chivalry and love.
I want to get walked home when its the opposite direction of where you actually need to go. I want to be met at my apartment at 11:30 PM after I get home from a week-long vacation away. I want you to WFH when I’m sick and the only thing I can stomach are saltine crackers and bananas—btw you will probably have to run out and buy bananas cause I originally forgot to ask you to get them. Or you can remember that when I'm sick the only thing I like to eat are bananas and saltine crackers. I will be annoyingly talkative at times, especially when you need to get shit done. I will come home drunk and loud and try to get in your pants when you’re already fast asleep and need a good nights rest because you have to get up early the next day. I will apologize by drunkenly stripping and throwing my pants in your face, which sounds funny now but you will probably be livid at the time.
I will be inconvenient as fuck, exasperating and sometimes infuriating—but I will be worth it. Trust.