Getting to know someone has got to be one of the toughest things you could ever do as a human. Let me be more specific. Getting to know someone, romantically, has got to be one of the toughest things you could ever do as a human.
We meet people, have an amazing time with then and hope against all hope that they’re 100% honest with us about everything. I watch a lot of the TV show, “Snapped” and a lot of the time on this show, married people wake up next to their spouse and they’re a completely different person. I mean, this entire show is about spouses who murder their other half. That show had me thinking that most marriages either end in divorce…or murder.
A story that caught me all the way off guard was when a woman found out her husband was a pedophile a week after the wedding. She did meet him at the bar and married him in a couple of months, so she didn’t really get a chance to know him. But what a thing to find out about someone who you’ve committed yourself to!
Remember Kevin? Mr. He Never Pays, I’ve Never Seen His Place and All We Do Is Argue. We dated two different times and each time there was some level of secrecy on his behalf. I don’t understand how you never invite someone you’re dating to your home. A few of my friends tried to tell me that he was married. But one of my guy friends, Clark, said the married theory didn’t work out because the second time we dated, he’d call me back-to-back 10-plus times a few nights a week at 3 am. He knew I worked 9 am-6 pm and would more than likely be asleep. I’d never answer, but when I’d check the messages the next day, they’d be casual as if they were left at 3 pm instead of the wee hours of the morning.
Clark claimed that a married man wouldn’t be able to make those type of frequent late night calls. “How could he get away long enough to call you back-to-back for an hour more than one night a week?”
“That’s a good point. But it’s also not impossible,” I said, laughing to myself because I was defending that my boo could possibly be married and that was the best case scenario.
“Sure, Danielle,” Clark laughed.
“Well what do you think it is?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Maybe he doesn’t have a home?” Clark said with a question in his voice, but completely serious.
“You’re saying he’s homeless?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Could be. Nothing explains those causal, but frantic frequent calls bruh,” Clark said supporting his reasoning.
And now, here I am with Thomas, the bouncer and baby’s father of three who was smitten with me and requested patience and understanding. Before getting myself involved in anything with Thomas, I had to take a step back and ask myself, could I really be with a man with three kids who didn’t belong to me?
I’ve dated a man with children before. Even when he and his baby’s mother are mature and co-parent like the best of them, you’re still in a relationship with a man who has people in his life that naturally come first. If a priority of your relationship is being treated like a priority, you may have to reassess. Those children are always going to be first and if they’re not, do you really want to be with someone who would neglect their kids?
One evening, Thomas asked that we meet in Brooklyn for dinner. My inner dialogue was telling me to just let him go. But I wondered, how many times would I meet a big, thick and handsome Black man who could recite Pablo Neruda poetry to me? Chances are, I wouldn’t meet that man often. I decided I’d entertain him and not get too involved. He won’t have the time to devote anyway.
We sat across from each other at a small candlelit table. Thomas smiled at me, “I”m glad you’re here.”
“Me too. I’m so hungry!” I said opening the menu.
Thomas laughed, “You’re funny.”
I laughed, “I know.”
“For real. I’m glad you gave me the chance to show you the type of man that I am,” Thomas reached for my hand.
I pulled my hand away, “Well, you said I need patience and understanding. So tell my why I need these two important virtues. I mean, besides the obvious.”