Relationships can be frustrating, infuriating, confusing, and utterly bewildering.  Just as often though, they can leave you with some wonderfully hilarious nuggets to look back on, not to mention they’re fun to write about!  When it comes to these juicy gems, I have scads, but was reminded of this particular one during a conversation recently.

The guy in question was a nice enough guy, we dated for a while – 7 months or so – and he was actually fairly chivalrous, which I do really appreciate.  The chivalry did go a little overboard at times, and I hate to even say that, but there is a fine balance.  I know, I’m fickle  – so sue me.

In any case, I ended the relationship – and just to be clear, the end was completely unrelated to the chivalry.  But anyway, after a few weeks or so, he started to text me that he really missed me and wanted to meet and talk about things.  Now, as a rule I tend to not give a lot of second chances.  I’ve broken this rule a few times, and each time it’s proved to have been a mistake to give a second chance.  If something in the relationship got you to a point where you felt you had to end it, there must have been a reason.  It’s not to say that second chances never work out, but more often than not, things that bothered you before will continue to bother you.  Ok, so I digressed there a bit.

So, he continued texting me, and I continued replying that I didn’t want to meet, and that he needed to respect my request to let it be.  He persisted for quite a while, to which I eventually stopped responding – it just got pointless, and boring, to keep texting back “no”.  In the meantime, he had been so confident that I’d agree to meet with him that he had taken it upon himself to go to the coffee shop across the street from my apartment.  Now, I’m not sure if you would find this romantic or noble, but I just found it creepy.

In his final bid to get me to come and meet him, he proclaimed that he “would wait at the coffee shop for me until it closed, and if I didn’t come then he would accept that it was truly over.”

After I stopped laughing, I thought to myself, “Should I tell him that coffee shop is open 24 hours?”  I never did.  He could still be there for all I know.