It was 7:30 on a Friday night and I was halfway through my second gin and tonic at a trendy restaurant downtown. The waitress came by the table at least 15 times to flash me her judgmental eyes, either eager to turn over the table or questioning whether or not my date was imaginary. My boyfriend was 30 minutes late and counting, so it was time to cut him loose.
1. HE WAS JEOPARDIZING MY PUNCTUAL REPUTATION.
I’m pretty proud of my punctuality. On a normal day, I’m 15 minutes early to everything and my friends admire that (except for the chronically late ones, of course). Somehow, every time I went out with my boyfriend, we were so freaking late—more than the acceptable 10-minute time window. I would be dressed and ready to go, tapping my toes impatiently as he did God knows what to his hair for 30 minutes. Shouldn’t I be the one spending too much time in the bathroom?
2. IT PROVED THAT HE DIDN’T RESPECT MY TIME.
I’m a busy girl with a balancing act of work commitments and hobbies whose life does not revolve around her boyfriend. When he showed up 15 to 30 minutes late to meet me on multiple occasions, I was deeply offended. Did he feel that his schedule was more important than mine?