Yeah. That was a guy I needed to get away from: as fast as I could run! My parents were right, right, and righter than right: he was a certifiable jerk.
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I was crazy in love with the man. And when I say “crazy,” I mean “no IQ.” We’d met at the University of Arizona’s swimming pool, while we were each spending the summer in school in Tucson.
Reckon I was too young to know any better: I was 17 years old at the time, just a kid, in the context. He was in his early 20s.
I thought he was just the handsomest thing that ever came along. And he was polished at seducing young girls. A perfect match, eh?
Welp…my parents sure didn’t think so.
They were dyed-in-the-wool bigots. If you weren’t white and American with a Western European ancestry, you weren’t marriage material for their dear daughter. My hero was Bohemian by heritage: as Eastern European as you can get.
They were simply horrified when I brought him home from the University of Arizona to meet them. LOL! To this day, I remember the aghast look they shot each other, there in the living room as I was introducing him!
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So they set to work to split us up.
This had the effect of committing me even more solidly to the relationship.
Yep. I was in love, in love, and in love…with élan!
Nothing they said and nothing they did would convince me that he was the jerk they said he was. I knew about their racist tendencies, and I figured they just didn’t like him because his folks were Eastern European.
So we continued, for month on month: in time planning that we would marry when we finished our degrees. (I was an undergraduate; he was in a master’s program in Education.)
Kinda don’t think he was a jerk because of his ethnicity. He was a jerk because his jerkitude. And…
I came to understand that, one afternoon when we were laying in his bed and he remarked admiringly on his best buddy’s behavior:
F*cking a waitress the guy had met in a bar, thereby relieving his lust, which was revved up by the fact that his wife was eight or nine months pregnant and so couldn’t accommodate his dong.
No kidding. This was about THE most brilliant thing he’d ever heard of!
At first I thought he was kidding. Putting me on.
But…he wasn’t!
He was serious. He truly believed screwing some waitress was the way a guy whose wife was advanced in pregnancy should get his rocks off!
Well.
Forthwith, I realized that if he thought this was OK for his buddy, he would think it was OK for him. And for me.
My parents were right: he was a jerk par excellence.
I’m not sure he ever understood why I showed him the door to our relationship. Within a week or ten days, I said good-bye.
And felt glad to be rid of him!
Close call, eh?
This is a Rubyism: she needs that daily walk…and truth to tell, so does her bird-brained Human. If I didn’t have Ruby the Corgi dragging me upwards of a mile around the neighborhood, I would have been loafing since I rolled out of the sack.