I had been
seeing a guy for about a year. He was
very tight with his money so we had succumbed to a “dutch” style of
dating. He had only taken me out to
dinner twice and bought me a flower once.
I bought my own coffees, paid my own way into cinemas, had treated him
to a Symphony, two plays, bought him books for his birthday and had an open
fridge policy when he came over. He
lived at home with his parents, and I drove everywhere because his vehicle was
unreliable, according to him. The hook
he used to keep me was that he “loved me” and was a very talented “struggling”
musician.
I found a great deal on the internet
for a quality hotel in Niagara Falls that included a night’s stay, with dinner
vouchers, casino money and gaming chips.
Parking was covered. I agreed to drive
and he begrudgingly gave me half the money.
To say the trip was a disaster would
be minimizing it! He constantly complained
about everything. We had a nice dinner,
used our play chips for hours, and took a long walk in the snow. He won a stuffed dog for me.
Back at the hotel, he announced that
I shouldn't be offended but he would sleep in the other bed since it was too
hot. I slept alone.
The next morning he woke me up,
screaming that the bill was not right; they had added extra charges but since
the room had been too hot, he wanted them waived. He also said that he hadn't slept all night
and had received two disturbing texts – one from a client; cancelling lessons
and the other from a female friend, refusing to attend his concerts but hosting
other Jazz musicians in her home. Then
he exclaimed: “this trip has been nothing but a waste of my
time and money. Not because of you, I
had fun with you. But we need to leave
immediately.” I retorted “Why are you
using your I-phone while we are on vacation?”
We argued all the way home; I said I
didn't feel loved, he didn't spend enough time with me, wasn't a gentleman and didn't know how to
treat a lady. I hadn't seen him in a
month, had arranged this lovely trip and he had ruined it. I was done! He tried to talk me out of it but
it was futile! At his home, he retrieved
his bag from the trunk of my car along with the stuffed animal he had given me,
and left.
"Frozen view from the falls", photography, © 2014
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