It's this kind of stuff that made it a pain in the ass to date him. We speak two different languages.
My language is like computer programming code. Every detail must be clearly defined. When I say 'yes', I am 100% committed to my affirmation. When I say 'no', there's no changing my mind. I never say 'maybe'. 'Maybe' is for wimps.
Cops would love me as a crime witness. I would describe every single detail of the suspect's appearance, from the brand name on the earpiece of his sunglasses, to his exact waist measurement, right down to the color of his shoelaces.
My former lover, current friend speaks a very different dialect. His 'tomorrow' means sometime in the next six months. His 'blue' means some shade between indigo and aquamarine. His 'yes' means there's a 30% chance he'll do it, as long as he's in the right mood. His 'no' means there's a 10% chance he'll do it, if you're able to get him in the right mood. Don't get me started on his 'maybe!' He probably says 'maybe' thousands of times per day. His new CD should be titled 'Maybe'!
One of the central characteristics of my personality is that I can be blindly optimistic if I want something. So, I forget that his words should be interpreted with scepticism. I hear his 'I'll be home by 3:00pm,' as 'meet me at 3:00pm'.
After running around King Street West for a few hours, I took the subway and bus to his apartment. I waited until about ten after three. Feeling agitated, I pulled out my cell phone.
Surely enough, there was a text message from him. He sent it shortly after 2. 'I can't get home before I have to go to the music store to teach. See you later.'
My trip to Toronto wasn't totally wasted. I had matters to take care of. But I'm a nice young lady, and I didn't forget his 40th birthday. He gave me the impression that I could drop by and give him his gift before I had to catch the GO train back home to Hamilton. He DID make me waste a lot of time, though. That couple of hours I spent going out of my way to do something nice for him could have been spent at a book store, or a nice cafe. I could've had some fun before I had to go home.