The Boyfriend Candidate so exhausts me. We got in to a rift. In truth he got into the rift by himself while I painted my toenails.
As I’ve mentioned before, my guy is a problem solver. I don’t mean with the admirable skill of analytically attacking a challenge. I mean he cannot function without a problem. And when there isn’t a problem, he can always make one up.
The problem he was making up was not original: job dissatisfaction. This is one of those unsolvable problems that keeps him invigorated and me drained. On cue, he asks for my advice. I always say the same thing: fix it, live with it, or get out. If you can’t change the company from within, then you must accept one of two things: learn to live with it by appreciating a less than perfect situation OR look for another job. I mean just look around because often times by looking you realize what you have ain’t so bad. But wait, my advice might actually solve his problem leaving him problem-less, so it’s ignored.
He went off on me for being dismissive. I rolled my eyes; I’m so bored with this. He likes being the underdog, the disenfranchised. Having the odds against him helps create focus. So, in fact, he is exactly where he needs to be in order to excel. I told him that too. I’m impressed with his creativity and his ability to manipulate a situation to his advantage (jeez, I even managed a compliment). But I wasn’t getting sucked into some made up drama that he had no real intention of relinquishing. I continued painting my nails and tuned him out.
He looked completely rejected – probably because he was. Only a sick woman would indulge his delusion of insignificance. I’m not that woman.
And he was disappointed.