I don't know whom or what to blame for my current state of affairs. Just when I'd started basking in the feeling of belonging that came with seeing the Biker almost everyday, it has suddenly lost its appeal. I am now back to this place where my heart is craving for a little excitement. I must confess that I hate routine, a fact that convinced me that I would never make a marriage work. How is one supposed to go through life with a mate when the mate suddenly becomes boring? I think marriage and all it represents is torture that stems from self -confinement as soon as one says "I do".
After a prolonged silence yesterday, I called up the Biker and lied about how much I'd missed him just so he would not question me about my shenanigans of the previous night. He sounded pleased by my call and promised to see me later in the evening. By the time he got home, I'd already showered. We made small talk and he seemed disinterested in the Bob Marley documentary that I'd rushed home to watch. I was not amused by the fact that he couldn't care less about the Raggae legend. Anyway, I must say the evening was boring and I tried to imagine what life would be like with a husband like him. I thought being in a relationship had its advantages like watching something you enjoy together and critiquing it as a team? I guess I was wrong about that too!
The Biker left my crib at about midnight and I can't say I regretted him leaving. Today, i feel the least interested in matters of the heart and can't wait for the next big excitement to come. I only pray it comes soon.
2 comments:
You're certainly not getting a sermon from me about the white picket fence delights of domesticality!
:o) Uh, why is a motorbike the like avator thingy of your blog? Could you like the Biker abit more than you want to admit?
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