I posted this cartoon once, but it was such a long time ago that I'm sure many of you missed it. I thought it was worth another look. Especially since my post today is about dating--my dating in the long distant past!
I say I didn't think it through, because actually, meeting a guy's parents could be construed as a serious step. We had only dated a couple of times prior to the movie, and there had been a week or two between dates. It didn't occur to me to say no. So, the following weekend, Mr. and Mrs. Shaw came to the campus and picked us up at my dorm and drove us to the next town to their home. They were very nice people, and we had a lovely meal, but all the while, I felt I was being "sized up" as a future daughter-in-law prospect. This made me more than a little uncomfortable. First, because I had only dated Michael a couple of times, and second, I had agreed to these last two dates because Homecoming Weekend was only two weeks away, and I wanted to be sure of a date. Yeah, I was that shallow.
I only felt luke warm toward Michael. It wasn't because of his height--I was only 5' 2", so he was plenty tall enough, it wasn't his looks--as I said, he was fairly attractive. It was because I was finding him boring. My dilemma was to dump him now, because he obvioulsy liked me more than I like him, and chance being without a date for Homecoming, or keep things going past the big weekend.
Like I said--I was shallow. I opted to keep seeing him for a couple more weeks, which meant holding his clammy hand and kissing him goodnight a few times and pretending to be interested. All because I really, really wanted to go to the Homecoming Dance. I'm not proud of what I did. Michael was a good person and deserved better treatment than I gave him; the week after the dance, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. I offered no explanation; I didn't take his phone calls, and avoided him on campus. Since we were in different academic programs, it wasn't hard to do.
I don't know what ever happened to Michael; I lost track of him after freshman year. I just know that I was sorry afterward that I had treated him badly, but was afraid to apologize for fear he would think I wanted to resume dating him.
So today, for some unexplained reason, Michael came back into my mind, and I'm still embarrassed at the shallowness of my behavior back then. If you're out there somewhere, Michael, and you remeber taking me home to meet your parents--I'm the one who tasted succotash for the first time and loved it. I'm sorry. I'm not so vain as to think you are still carrying a torch or anything, I'd just like you do know you did nothing wrong. I was just a spoiled, selfish , thoughtless bitch!
How about you? Have you ever mistreated someone for selfish reasons and regretted later, but never apologized for your behavior?