My Man

"The progressive man who turns into an amorous beast at proximity." Impatiently I listened to Rita's admiration for her "man". The only thing that made the conversation bearable was her addition of "my ideal concept of manliness". If she hadn't listened to even more stupid fantasies of mine (like building castles in the clouds), I would have fled the scene. Well, I don't know if we could call it a conversation. It was more like a session with a therapist where I listen to her and nod my head occasionally. She didn't really want an input from me. Though I never fancied the predatory violent nature of manliness, I didn't discourage her excitement in regarding herself as a prey. I presume gentle, kind and responsible guys as manly. But I understand that isn't very heroic in our popular culture. 

As we walked down the street and entered the grocery store, Rita said, "Yesterday, he took me shopping in the mall. I think tonight I will cook and call him over for a romantic dinner." Again how am I supposed to respond except for an approving nod? I don't know if it's my nature or my experience that makes me feel pathetic at the insufferable need to impress each other in totally unbiased roles. As we passed the billing counter, I texted Will "I bought groceries for the week." It wasn't any immediate need of the hour, but I often forget things which I procrastinate. 

Rita has been tiring herself in revealing her excitement. As we parted ways to our own apartments, I shook her hand and said, "Good luck with your romantic endeavour" and turned away. I didn't want to disappoint her but I had to signal the slightest remark of my contempt. As I entered my apartment, my phone notified Will's message "Rian is on leave today. I may be late from work. You need not wait for me. Just remember to take out your keys once you lock-in." I texted back "okay." 

I bathed, made myself a tiny dinner, washed my clothes and had a quick view of the day's news headlines. As I set my alarm my phone flashed "Alarm set for 8 hours and 25 minutes from now" which gave me immense pleasure. I felt content with this phase of my life where an uninterrupted eight hours of sleep excites me more than a romantic dinner. I texted Will "Good night my man" and turned on the flight mode before he gave a reply.