Homework Assignments

Lately I have had the urge to date other men... meaningless, one-time dates. I miss them. But of course I'm still dating RedSox, a great and fabulous guy who is taking me to game 1 of the world series tonight.

But I digress. Monday I woke up and thought "I need to break up with RedSox." It was a sudden, intense feeling. I panicked.

I have a tendency to act without thinking things through, especially when angry. This time, I decided to figure out why I was thinking of breaking up with RedSox. I was hoping I could find some answers. Is it him? Is it me? Is it us...

RedSox is the greatest guy any woman could ask for. He takes care of me emotionally. He pretty much takes care of me financially. He is a leader in his career. He is admired and adored by many.

So what's the problem? Moreso, what's MY problem?

I want better sex. I want him to be the MAN and not always let me make the decisions. I want him to lose 30lbs.

Monday night I decided to tell RedSox how I've been feeling. I told him I was upset that he STILL hasn't read the Guide to Getting It On. I gave it to him almost a year ago. Months later, I HIGHLIGHTED the relevant chapters.

I have asked him to decide what we're doing for dinner or for our dates, yet the most he gives me is a narrowed down list where the final decision is mine.

I ask him all the time about the gym and tell him about ALL of my work-outs. He admitted to never wanting me to get fat, so why should he get to stay fat?

He didn't like hearing any of this. I didn't enjoy dishing it out. In 2 weeks, I'm leaving for a 6-week rotation in Maine. I asked him if during that time, he thinks he could read the couple of chapters, go to the gym more often and figure out how to make decisions outside of the office.

He said he would.

Then I asked him if there is anything I could work on for him.

He said No... I'm perfect.

Brilliant. I guess my self-assigned homework assignment while up in Maine is to figure out why I am such an asshole.