A Letter to Him on Consistency

Dear Sir,

I woke up Wednesday morning with no good morning text or calls from you. I brushed it off and said, he’ll call me when I get in the car. He’s probably busy fighting crime or something. But, you didn’t call or text.

I drove to work angry at the world, okay maybe not the world but a few choice folks, and I needed to hear your soothing voice telling me that it would be okay. So, I bit the bullet and called your job. You didn’t answer. Ugh! I hate voicemail.

Since you work for a good employer that has caller ID I didn’t leave a message but rather knew that you would see that I called and call me when you got a chance. The day was busy. I checked my cell phone. I looked through the caller ID on my desk phone. No calls. Huh?

“He must have gotten eaten by a lion while watching some twerking video on-line” I thought. Dismayed by the lack of attention I thought what could I do to make this man call me back NOW?

I got it!

I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes really tight and tried to send positive “Call me now thoughts” through mental telepathy. And you know what? It didn’t work. I gave up and went about my day taking meetings, giving presentations and trying to get my dang re-certifications.

Finally, at 11:15 a.m. you called to check on me. “How are you?” was the first thing you asked. “OMG! You’re alive” I thought. “I’m good, how are you?” I replied (because I didn’t want you to think I was crazy). “I’m good. Busy day” was your answer. So, I politely told you that…

This is why I don’t like men to start trying to create habits and then not be consistent with them. I worry when I don’t hear from you and then it takes up space in my brain where I can’t focus (okay, not true but you get the point). I told Him that I got used to his good morning texts and his calls to make sure that I arrived safely to work. I told him that I was feeling like this:

He laughed and said, “I got busy. I’m sorry.” I laughed and said that I lit a candle praying for his safe return and that I’m not even Catholic. He said “Really?” So, what did he do?

Call me when he left work to say that he heard my message and he will make sure to be consistent. Whew! Crisis averted. Now, back to our regularly scheduled lives. “Babe, I really want pizza for dinner on Saturday night.”

Ah, the joys of dating!