I like baseball. I like going to games, watching them, participating in the crowd activities (hot dogs, beer, heckling). Sometimes I like baseball more than the gentlemen I date, and that’s fine – everyone’s got their own thing, and I’m not obsessed – I don’t have to watch every game, but during the rivalries or playoffs…I wanna watch the effn game.
So I’m hanging out with this guy I’d been seeing for a while, and its cross town rivals going at it on the big screen. Me? I’m absorbed. Watching the game, drinking a beer, making meaningless conversation with my fella, who is getting more and more ornery as the minutes pass.
Finally, I pause the game and ask him what I can do to help him stop being annoying. He ponders it a minute or two (clearly thinking about how far he can push his request) and blurts out “Spanish!”
Sure, I’ll bite. “I’m not making burritos now if that’s what you’re thinking”
“I want to watch the game in Spanish”
At first, I don’t see why, but I’m not going to be a jerk, and I comply.
10 minutes go by – he’s having the time of his life – laughing, blurting out words in Spanish, laughing. And I get to watch my game.
Relationships are all about compromise.
