Canoerebel
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Joined: 12/14/2002 From: Northwestern Georgia, USA Status: offline
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"Sigh." I looked over at my friend, who seemed boored and dispirited. I knew what was eating him, but I had to ask anyway. "What's got you down, Billy?" I asked. "My relationship with Phyllis," he replied. We're in a rut. To tell you the truth it isn't exciting, or challenging, or fulfilling any more. I look at you with Ingrid, and I see an deep, intense, passionate level of emotion we just haven't reached. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit envious." I puzzled this over a moment before getting up the nerve to be totally candid with my friend. "If you don't really love her, why are you still with her?" "I can't leave her," Billy moaned as he twirled the decorative umbrella in his amaretta sour. "I know she's nothing to look at. She doesn't brush her teeth. She never combs her hair. She can't cook. She isn't affectionate. But at least she's faithful. I don't have to worry about other guys hitting on her when we go out. And when I get home from work, she's always there - faithful and true - even if she is dressed in a nasty, stained bathrobe, has curlers in her hair, and is smoking unfiltered Camels while she watches reruns of Dances with the Stars." "Look, Billy," I said as I gave my friend an affectionate pat on the back. "Love can be so much more than that and you know it. I mean, faithfulness is important as far as it goes, but you can't build a rich relationship on that alone. You've got to at least like the woman." That made Billy pause for a moment. He turned to me with moisure clouding his blue eyes and said, "Johnny, when I look at you and Ingrid, I feel something inside. She's gorgeous and kind and funny and smart. It's clear she cherishes you and would do anything for you. But if I were you I'd be afraid some other guy might come along and take her, leaving you in a lurch. You need to dump her and find somebody you can trust, like Phyllis. That's the way to true happiness." I knew he really thought he meant that, because he'd said it so many times before. "Billy," I said, "I understand your fear of rejection and being left. But sometimes you've got to take chances to experience the full richness of life. If you love Phyllis, stay with her. I wish you the best. But don't miss out on real love because you're afraid. Don't keep coming up with excuses month after month, and year after year, to stay with a woman who clearly hasn't and can't offer you the kind of love you crave." With that, I paid our tab, patted Billy on the back, and walked out of the door into a misting autumn rain. I couldn't be positive, but as the door was closing, I thought I heard Billy utter under his breath: "Snob!"
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