Last night, I was rudely awakened and lay awake to hear most of the fight between my building's super, who shares the basement with me--the only other apartment on this subterranean level--and his girlfriend.
Not sure if it was the actual volume of angry epithets or Luckey's annoyed barking that made me aware of these unpleasant goings-on. The actual fight lasted about forty minutes and I couldn't help eavesdropping at rapt attention given my SAVI training. I was ready to make a run for the precinct down the block if I sensed any escalation.
The unfortunate truth is that I felt sorrier for my sleepy super that he had to deal with his agitated woman friend than I did for her. From what I overheard she just went off after he called her a "bitch". Being that they are both black, I felt doubly surprised that such a description garnered such an extreme response from her. I think the added bonus of her being drunk and making an unexpected booty call didn't result in the desired result. He was relatively quieter, harder to overhear, but from what I understood he was doing a bang up job of calming her down.
I've been called a bitch exactly once before by someone I was sleeping with and while I didn't take it well, I didn't lash out by waking the neighbors. Honestly, keep your domestic disputes within your four walls. Geez.
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Boy, I can sure relate to this story. My #1 love and I used to fight in exactly this same way. She had a hair-trigger temper and would frequently go totally berserk on me. And for the most silly, superficial causes, too.
I remember spending *hours* (during any given incident) trying to calm her down--using all my powers of reason and sense. God, that is one ordeal I do not miss these days. Completely irrational behavior disturbs the hell out of me.
But compared to the guy in your anecdote, I'm different in that I have never called anyone I'm sleeping with a 'bitch'. Or any other derogatory word. Something in me shirks from that kind of thing. I can cuss a blue streak, but somehow I never direct it at that person, esp if I care for them. Just seems wrong, mean, and inconsistent.
Someone really has to push my buttons to get me to spazz out. I hate losing my temper and seeing others lose theirs, disgusts me.
--Dutch
Hey by the way Sweet did you get any of the txt messages I sent you last month? Was tryin it out just for fun. And hey, why the settings change on your blog? No more anonymous posts allowed? Did you finally get fed up with the anons or was it the 'remove post please' incident from your friend?
I did not! I got one text for NYE from a number I didn't recognize but other than that, no texts from numbers unknown to me. What did Dutch have to say via text, no less?
Sorry to hear about the #1 Love drama. Are you still in touch? I hope so. #1 Love is a pretty spiffy title to let out of your life.
But I think it affirms my point that men love a little drama in a woman. You bitch about it, but the crazy women always seem to wind up with the best guys. Makes me rethink my whole zen outlook to relational harmony...I don't tend to yell.
I grew up in a screaming house and I don't want to create one of my own, but I will admit to crying when I'm pushed to my breaking point. Not sexy Aish Rai crying but lunatic wails of heart-wrenching grief. I can't help it. It's not some manipulative move to solicit sympathy but if I'm pushed past frustration it's the only release that can restore equilibrium.
As for removing the comments...I've decided to be a little less welcoming of the anon factor. If you're going to comment, man up, and put a fake name to it....humanize yourself in cyber land.
I grew up in a screaming house as well and really loathe it.
But yes you have a point about opposites attracting: I go for extroverted, hot-tempered ethnic women (like latinas). They don't even have to be all that educated. I like people with 'street smarts' to play off my 'book-smarts'.
My #1 love. . ended badly. Last September. Long, painful and drawn-out mess. Now I am back to playing the field like the gigolo I was in college. Utterly trite!
;-(
--Dutch
p.s. texts--sent you a few "hello" in Oct/Nov. .for fun. Wondered if you could guess how/who it was!
Ah, sorry to hear about he bitter end. But, from my limited experience, when you really love someone in order for there to be an end it's usually gotta be bitter--hard to let go otherwise. That's as close to closure as one can come.
Hmm, so weird I didn't get the texts. I'm, if nothing else, responsive...I would have texted back. Wonder what happened? Perhaps you don't have the right number?
I reluctantly agree with this counsel. Unless its bitter --a real knife in the belly--it never ends.
It's funny what we're vulnerable to. There always seems to be someone that finds my achilles heel and earns my love; and I only wind up regretting it. Ack!
Your number--lol--I was pretty pleased with my cleverness at the time but I guess I still needed to try some different number-combinations to nail it down.
Oh I also wanted to warn you--if I could figure it out maybe someone else could too. You should remove that specific picture. .
--D.
I'm feeling very celebrity right now...all that effort just to find my number and send me a mysterious text. Oy!
Sadly, I doubt anyone else who reads this blog will be inclined to do so. I will update the picture though since I look totally different with the haircut and geek-chic glasses.
Vulnerability blows but without it we don't achieve intimacy so such prices must be paid. Wail.
Well I had some bad days this season . . where only my sense of pranksterism kept me from total gloom.
I did briefly text one back and forth to one girl (before figuring out it was an error). She was very puzzled as to what I was talking about, ha
Anyway yeah just use an image editor to fuzz out that one small section and keep the rest of the pic the way it was. Is that still your look these days?
Look at you, making non-me friends, in your search for me. It's all very wonderous and tech age. Love it. Live it.
Wait, are you going to text me again? Cuz now I'm on the look-out!
I'm guessing the "small section" is the cleavage. Am I right?
Alas, my look these days is much more the NEW picture I'm putting up. Glasses, bedhead, jewelry and make-up free...I think they call that "natural". Aigh.
Noooo. . . there's nothing small about your cleavage, lol.
It was in the picture with Lucky, your cell number is on his nameplate. Lucky Thomas, see it?
So I called the number and the girl didn't know who Lucky Thomas was.
:p
p.s. hey sounds like you have an exciting year ahead. Make sure you keep blogging even when you're in India!
ooooooooooh. Weird, that IS my actual phone number! Guess it was too blurry to get exact...That was clever!
I will most likely blog from India. Gotta keep sane in that insane heat with that much family nagging in the background...sigh, Indians!
Hopefully I'll have some kickass pics to upload in the near future.
Bwaah haha! Nothing much gets past my keen eyes! lol
Yeah it was weird; I think I had every number except one correct and damned if I couldn't make anything fit. That one little strand of Lucky's hair foiled me!
Anyway. Maybe India will change your life in all sorts of unplanned ways, You could find romance there; spirituality; career ideas . . someday I may get there myself--but I don't like super-hot temperatures.
I did read the entire Raj Quartet by Paul Scott once.
Have a great night--maybe watch a little of the Cardinals/Falcons game; try it--!
--D
Boo Sports! Enjoy your game playing/viewing.
I'm afraid I'm not serene enough to pull of spirituality, but I was raised in a faith and I'm good with my non-evangelical bent towards it.
I think India will change my life. It's one of those places. I'm also at a point in my life where I am really open to change--hell, I'm practically begging for it.
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