Some things are all about timing.

In fact, timing is one of those things I have always been out of sync with.

All of my life, I grappled with it. Such as when to tell a guy I am no longer interested in him. The time never seemed right. So I often took a different approach, like prodding the poor bastard until I drove him nuts enough to want to break up with me.

And damn those “I love you’s.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve shared that awkward, unreturned I Love You moment with someone.   My unsightly track record must have dashed all of my confidence in executing any form of verbal affection.

Because poor Dadisodes. I think I delivered my first I Love You to him via text message. Back when text messages cost $5 bucks a character to send, and double that to receive.  

Would have been cheaper to have Hallmark tell him with dancing hearts in an e-card.  (more…)