Sick of being right

My boyfriend candidate texted me this morning, "We need to talk." At which point I asked myself, why didn't he call if he actually wanted to speak? But not one to get hung up on details, I texted back "cool". Then four hours went by.

I don't know about you, but when a guy says he wants to talk, I go into red alert, def con 3 or whatever. Literally I sat there staring at the phone waiting for it to ring or buzz or vibrate. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I texted him that I needed to know the next move. He then says he's under radio silence, he's taking a yoga class.

Seriously, I couldn't make this stuff up.

We finally get together, there was negotiating involved the details of which I won't bore you with. He says to me that he feels that he can't talk to me about anything. I'm not open to his suggestions. We can't have a conversation about my life; he is shut down. OK. Well, I've actually thought about this, because he is a control freak. My way of controlling the control freak is to shut him down. He starts to opine on the time of day I check the mail, no huh-uh, I change the subject abruptly.

Any way, we are too old for this. He is a mature man of a certain age who knows with certainty what is right. I'm the same way. We often times don't agree. I'd rather not even talk about it so guilty as charged.

I sent him home. Shut him down. I'm glad he's confident and self assured. But he won't change my mind.