“What in the name of your family is this ridiculousness Brayden Zimbali!!!? Where in all conscience do you get the balls to embarrass yourself like this, let alone my family and myself? I will spare you further embarrassment, and my rather permanently damaging wrath by asking you to pick up your childish ass and ask the same of your uncles, and leave not just my parent’s house, but my life. I am neither your girlfriend, nor your friend and if that’s something you are not mature enough to comprehend, I am more than willing and ready to introduce you to the law enforcement to simplify the criminality of your actions for you. I will never be your wife, so get that into your head and start growing up!!!”
Brayden is 22 and I’m like 27. I know for sure that some people are comfortable with this kind of age difference. I mean he is cute, and that’s just about it. He is a cute boy and I don’t think that in a lifetime oriented relationship cute is all there is to go by. At least for me. I am a bit of a hard nut and my strength needs someone that can parallel it or even more. I want to feel challenged and the babysitting that my mind keeps telling me I will need to do with Brayden is something I think isn’t for me. I tried it at some point, it didn’t survive a week. I remember at some point I felt like a big sister to this little boy who was still trying to find himself. I started mentoring him and that’s how I moved myself out of that relationship into a space where I told him he needed to get out there and be a boy because that’s what he was. I can still remember the hurt and disgust in his eyes. He felt so disrespected I honestly don’t get it. That’s just ungrateful of him. I saved his ass from being bullied by my evident upper hand in the relationship. So much for caring. Anyway, back to 22-year old Brayden. He pulled the most irreversibly ridiculous stunt today.
I want to feel challenged and the babysitting that my mind keeps telling me I will need to do with Brayden is something I think isn’t for me.
Well it started about four months ago. I found this letter pushed under my office door and honestly, in this day and age of digital technology, someone still sends a letter……I know that some people think it’s cute but I am not some people. I totally hate it! This letter was handwritten and I guess I need to give him credit for the hard work, I mean who still hand writes letters? I didn’t need to read all of it (a whole two and a half pages) to get the whole point that this 22 year old boy had had a crush on me from as long back as he could remember (what does that even mean?). He was writing as an expression of interest and hoping that I would consider going on a date with him. I guess me throwing the envelope and pages of the letter into my trash can was my way of saying I wasn’t even considering it. I should have remembered to communicate that to him, but hey, I’d just pretend I never saw the letter. A month later Brayden didn’t seem like he was relenting on his mission to win my heart. Except his efforts kind of threw me off even more. He washed my car at some point and left a note saying something about how his philosophy of life is centered on the belief that a queen wasn’t supposed to do dirty work. And because I was supposedly the Queen of his heart then I wasn’t supposed to stoop as low as washing my own car. I found this rather foolish a thinking that washing one’s own car as a woman took something away from their supposed royalty but I guess that one thing he made me realize that maybe by hiring him and paying him to clean my car weekly would let him understand that I didn’t need a King to wash my car for me, because if it’s something I didn’t have the time to do myself, I could always pay someone for it and it looked to me like he loved that kind of work. Well my receptionist told me he rejected the money and told her he loved me too much to take my money. That he would just keep washing my car for free as an expression of his affection for me. I presume that his original letter detailed what he does for a living and he expected that I knew it already but I ‘didn’t see’ the letter right? So I just went on to ask my receptionist. Turns out that he is fresh out of law school and not yet employed, which probably explains why he has so much free time to be going around washing my car and handwriting me letters. I mean for all his arrogant refusal to just stop playing the puppy in my life, I just eventually lost the energy to stop him from his car wash routine. He must have taken it as my accepting his undying love for me……the poor thing.
Fast forward to right this moment, four months after I trashed that letter! My dearest father calls me, rather shocked, and asks me why I didn’t mention it to him that my “boyfriend’s” uncles were coming to my house to ask for my hand in marriage. So I ask him who this supposed boyfriend of mine is because I have been single for a year and a half now so I am appalled as he is that I am someone’s wife to be. When he tells me that it’s a Brayden, I totally lose my cool. In less than twenty minutes I am at my parents’ home and you know the rest!!!
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