“I am old-fashioned. I can’t help it,” I heard the man at the table next to me telling the woman he was with about how sorry he was about opening the door for her. I couldn’t help but listen as I waited for Garret to show up. I was amazed that she was making such a big deal about having the restaurant door opened for her.
Here I was, waiting for Garrett to even show up on time and she was upset that her significant other opened the door for her. Coming from a house where civility was lacking between any adult figure, I found it charming anyone would hold a door open. Most of the doors in our house slammed in faces.
As the couple next to me continued to argue, I continued to wait for Garrett. As I checked my watch, I now realized he was almost thirty minutes late. Maybe I needed to find someone like the guy next to me instead of the one who was constantly making me wait. One who couldn’t make me any sort of priority.
I was living on his schedule and rearranging my life to fit someone who could care enough to be on time. I sighed. Was I putting myself back into my mother’s shoes? Into a life with no love or real relationship? Ten minutes later, Garrett was still not here and I left. I was ready for something different. New me. New life.