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Dodging Raindrops.

I’m not one for excuses even though, to keep things where I, as well as others, can view them, have to admit, have given my share.  Not an excuse,  in absolute verbage, but in honest presentation.

There are always excuses.  We all own a few and are all very good at at least one or two.  Some are even legitimate.  There are real ones, then there are the phony, nobody really believes you, type.

Both are leaning too far over the railing when it relates to a relationship.  But you have to have them because stuff comes along that we have no remote control for.  Flat tires, drivers who won’t turn right where there is no traffic for eleven miles, blizzards and mobile phones that can’t send signals past a cactus, are reality.

Doing the laundry, walking the dog, changing the air in your car tires and it is raining too hard don’t cut it though.

The dog ate my car keys?  The basement is flooded and my only clean garter is on a drying rack next to the meat freezer is also a major stretch.  You don’t have any reason to not doubt them.   And some?  Whew!   Imagination is leaps and bounds ahead of relationship so often.

I can’t come over now because it is raining??  Seriously?  What are you, some kind of snail?  Raindrops don’t fall in the same spot twice.  Go between them!  You have a perfectly good bumbershoot, use it!  And so what if, I don’t know, maybe thirty thousand or so of them should hit you between the car door and the covered porch.  All you’d be is wet.

What makes it all worth it, anyway?  Who makes it worth the effort, time and energy?  I guess we need to make that crunchy choice.  Unless, of course, we are just nice and too embarrassed or too busy shaking in our hiking boots to say what we know is gobbling up our insides.  We won’t say, “I can’t stand your poodle, even though I know you don’t have one.”  Instead, we go through the leaking heavens to see that person who is existing in our emotional balancing beam with no more than mediocre desire.

Dedication to what we think we want, versus that same devotion that we really like, are two different things and thus, render two types of excuses.  Honest ones, ones that are designed to  not hurt,  and just plain fib type, are the run of the obstacle relay we participate in.  And how far we go with it leads it into; will I screw up when I try to remember what it was I used as a reason, or what if I am not believed and it is true?

We don’t want to ignore what we like, but we don’t want to overdo what we sort of like but are not really sure what it is all worth.  And this is where we call in the excuses.

The person is nice.  A relationship is possible.  But the current interest is only limited, restricted by, maybe, other possibilities, or so distant a chance that, convenience be cursed, we don’t care enough to go there come Hades or flood.  So we come up with solutions, at least in our minds, for why the rendezvous should not take place.  Here, the creativity of the human mind is in it’s appropriate field of play, knowing where to go and quickly coming up with the right thing to say, or at least it is when we hit the icon.

The danger, of course, is remembering in the event that the coupling does take place.  We want to skip past any hurt our not coming over could cause, but if we slip and trip on this one, somebody is going to be embarrassed and someone is going to have their feelings hurt.

So, I will visit when I can, and when I feel like it.  I will stop over when the weather allows me to travel without stress.  I will be around when I don’t have laundry to fold or a dog to let out of the kennel.  This is, I will tell you all these things unless I really have the hots for you.  Then I will brave all, hurricane be damned, and find a good reason why I should be there.  After all, this is a relationship, and what are partners for?

When the reply is, ‘I’m going to bed early’, or ‘I’m not feeling well’, ‘my mother is stopping by’ or even, ‘I have a headache’, well, we were asking for it.