Then That’s It.

All good things must come to an end. I guess the same applies to the not so good. They too must end; only sooner than later.

For the past few months I’ve been in a relationship with a completely incompatible woman. She’s a social butterfly who loves those boring parties where you float from person to person, making small talk about any BS, ranging from the weather to baby care and everything in between, excluding current affairs and politics, while wetting her lips on a glass of red wine all evening.

I, on the other hand, prefer to attend, at the most, one rowdy party per month while spending the rest of the time in small company, maybe just the two of us or one or two other couples, dining out, braaiing, go dancing or whatever.

We recognized our differences very early on and often discussed it. Our tastes in music differ, we do not agree in our political views, and we have very different religious views. We realized that it could not last, yet we hanged on to each other because we enjoyed each others company when we were together. We decided to enjoy it while it lasted; marking time, I suppose, waiting for something better to show up.

As usually, I did not see her this weekend but she came around last night. We went to a nearby pub for an hour or so and watched a movie (Avatar) at home afterwards. This morning, just before she left, she dropped the bomb. This was the last time, she said. After a night of more passion than the norm, she pecked me on the cheek and said good-bye.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I knew it was coming, yet the news surprised me. My mind was in turmoil while I walked her to her car. It is her birthday tomorrow and I bought her a fairly expensive gold chain. I'm scared that if I give it to her now, she may think that I'm trying to buy her back.

As she got into the car, she said she’ll call me later and drove off.

So, that’s it then. At least we parted as friends.

You have a wonderful day, will you.