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I think one of my main difficulties in relationships is the ability to compromise. Compromise literally is giving up something you want to make someone else happy. I'm not really used to that. I like doing what I want, when I want, without having to consult anyone else. Man, that sounds selfish, doesn't it? But this week I was again reminded that it's nice to not have to clear hastily made plans with a significant other.Got a call from a buddy in the afternoon to see if I wanted to go to Omaha to the last game of the College World Series. The CWS is a fun tradition to me. I've been every year since high school except for a year I was living in California. And I almost missed it this year. Instead we broke several traffic laws and made it to Omaha right at first pitch, then spent 10 minutes milling around looking for tickets. Our ticket quest put us in contact with two scalpers. 1. Old Man River -- This guy was wearing a flannel shirt in weather hot enough to make a camel tap out. He also had an odd-sounding quasi-Cajun accent. We needed 3 tickets but Old Man River didn't have 3 together. We hit him up a second time when we got desperate but he had "just done sold ‘em."
The second scalper was a dead ringer for Lil' John. I was trying to see what initials the diamonds in his teeth spelled, but didn't want to be considered rude. Lil' John had three tickets together but rejected my lowball offer, saying he needed "at least face, man." Memo to scalpers: once the game begins, you don't get face value. That's in stone, like never trying to advance to third on a ball hit in front of you.
After the game, we endured the shame of all shames. We ran out of gas while trying to get out of the residential maze in which we'd parked. WHAT MAN RUNS OUT OF GAS IN 2008?! That's something we make fun of our female friends for doing! While I was trying to decide between strangling my buddy or punching him in the face, he went to a gas station and got a gas can. I didn't notice him being gone so I obviously blacked out for a bit.
Ok, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, compromise. While dating, I try to keep an eye out for clingers…people who want to be included in everything you do and never let you out of their sight. Avoid these people like the plague, fellow Singletons. They'll drive you crazy. I guess I haven't learned to appreciate the art of compromise yet. But at least I can remember to fill up with gas.
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