Straight Male / 32
I have a one bedroom condo which I bought with money that my grandmother left me. It is small but not diminute. I have a small den, and a large living area with a modern kitchen, I have assigned garage parking and a nice outside deck that overlooks the green space behind the complex. I am 32 and a software engineer by trade and a bar owner and manager by choice. All is well in my world and then one night in comes my college girlfriend, fresh off the boat from going back to the home country to meet the extended family.
In my world she is what every hot blooded man wants, if you don't know her and know that she is crazy. Hi, she says hey can you put me up for a couple of days, I need a place to crash. That was it, she just needed a place to crash. As a past girlfriend she saw no reason under the sun to sleep on the couch. As a past girlfriend she moved in, hung her clothes up in the closet, took one drawer in my dresser, took over the kitchen and started to spritz up the place, throw out old newspapers, vacuum, vacuum, vacuum she has a thing about dust. The TV is so hideous in the living room, and why can't I have a day job.
The pressure to conform, she is back to stay. The little ring finger, she reminds me needs attention. And why do I have to have a bar, who wants to be sitting around until 2 a.m. waiting until I come home. No she doesn't see any need to go to work, she is doing all the work at the house anyway so why would I ask her to get a job, being a full time homemaker is a lot of work. And the ring finger? When an I going to take her and find something nice for her ring finger. Everything is not right, she says to me, I am having her live with me and it is time that I make things right. Her father is not a happy man, she is his only daughter and she is thirty and there is no ring on her finger.
Sundays my bar is closed. She invites her father and mother for lunch, she fixes what they like, the old school way, the way her grandmother taught her when she was a child. She has everything laid out. It is time for the talk, so get serious and talk. She stars out by being nice and talking about the weather and other equally bland things and then like a serpent she strikes and says that there is something I want to talk to her parents about. so I cave under pressure. She is crazy. I said she was crazy.
My apartment that I dearly love is too small, she wants to move closer to her parents back into little Vietnam. I grew up there and I moved out, I am not crazy about moving back. The bar has to go and so does my apartment that took me so long to find. She is a crazy woman when she doesn't get her way. I am not crazy about getting a real job working at a real company. I am not looking forward to having to grow up. It is just that if you are a hot blooded man she is what you want. The only concession she makes is that she just isn't into pants, she likes to wear dresses, so I can fake it, she lets me wear the pants in the family.
I could have written about love and all that, but who would believe me.
In my world she is what every hot blooded man wants, if you don't know her and know that she is crazy. Hi, she says hey can you put me up for a couple of days, I need a place to crash. That was it, she just needed a place to crash. As a past girlfriend she saw no reason under the sun to sleep on the couch. As a past girlfriend she moved in, hung her clothes up in the closet, took one drawer in my dresser, took over the kitchen and started to spritz up the place, throw out old newspapers, vacuum, vacuum, vacuum she has a thing about dust. The TV is so hideous in the living room, and why can't I have a day job.
The pressure to conform, she is back to stay. The little ring finger, she reminds me needs attention. And why do I have to have a bar, who wants to be sitting around until 2 a.m. waiting until I come home. No she doesn't see any need to go to work, she is doing all the work at the house anyway so why would I ask her to get a job, being a full time homemaker is a lot of work. And the ring finger? When an I going to take her and find something nice for her ring finger. Everything is not right, she says to me, I am having her live with me and it is time that I make things right. Her father is not a happy man, she is his only daughter and she is thirty and there is no ring on her finger.
Sundays my bar is closed. She invites her father and mother for lunch, she fixes what they like, the old school way, the way her grandmother taught her when she was a child. She has everything laid out. It is time for the talk, so get serious and talk. She stars out by being nice and talking about the weather and other equally bland things and then like a serpent she strikes and says that there is something I want to talk to her parents about. so I cave under pressure. She is crazy. I said she was crazy.
My apartment that I dearly love is too small, she wants to move closer to her parents back into little Vietnam. I grew up there and I moved out, I am not crazy about moving back. The bar has to go and so does my apartment that took me so long to find. She is a crazy woman when she doesn't get her way. I am not crazy about getting a real job working at a real company. I am not looking forward to having to grow up. It is just that if you are a hot blooded man she is what you want. The only concession she makes is that she just isn't into pants, she likes to wear dresses, so I can fake it, she lets me wear the pants in the family.
I could have written about love and all that, but who would believe me.
