the little engine that couldn't compromise {inebriated post}

**i think it's vital that i mention that i am writing this tipsy and while i am listening to a paul simon documentary...PAUL SIMON. i don't even know a title of a single paul simon song. he's from simon and garfunkel right? the guys that like wearing 70s shirts and playing with tigers? sorry, paul, i'm pretty sure i'm so off.**
i try. i really do. i try to be understanding and compromising but if you aren't willing to meet halfway (this is where that sentence stopped before i reread this, apparently i assumed you should all just be able to complete my sentences) then why should i?
example a: MR.we ended up hanging out last night (i give people too many chances, really). somewhere along the line his lacking texting skills got brought up. i may have made a joke about it but it was a joke. not an invitation to have a full discussion regarding his lacking texting skills. ugh. as many times as i said i was not in the mood to talk about it, he kept bringing it up. so obvi i got more frustrated. obvi there came a point where i was going to be mad. initially he started with stating his side and asking questions. after telling him multiple times that we could meet halfway he agreed. then ended the night by saying "this is me. it isn't going to change." ok, last time i checked that's a 180. and last time i checked, that's not a compromise.
example b: someone who won't have a name unless it reaches a month. we planned to hang out tonight. i got all my stuff done before the time we planned for. i turned down my parents when they invited me to dinner and a movie because i'd already had plans. i could have hung out with rofl but i waited. i got dressed for a date. and ladies know this is an exceptional freakin process. hair, nails, make-up, outfit. we get cute to see you. and i got cute to see him.because at 7 when he told me he was going to have to work early he never specified he wouldn't be able to hang out tonight. never. so when he calls at 830 and isn't even willing to give me 5 minutes of his time, of course i'm gonna be hurt. of course i'm gonna be mad. DUH! duh george! (that is not his name, just an fyi...a drunken fyi). and of course after being fired the day before and dealing with mister i-can't-text i'm going to be stressed and chances are if you give a little a stressful situation she is going to cry. eventually, he compromised. a lot. so if HE is reading this, please know how much i appreciate it. soooooooo much. like, mutha damn words can't even explain.
example c: scotch eggs/chef. yeah. it's been awhile since i've talked about scotch. he was there for me through all the big shit. always on my side. always giving me the best advice that still rings in my head when i make a little stupid decision. for a year and a half he's been trying (unfruitfully) to take it to another level. difference here is that he COM-PRO-MISES!! he's willing to be my friend no matter what. always ther for me. always just a friend. and he understands. it's an easy convo. DIFFERENCE!! pay attention, other men.
compromise: a huge deal. the. end.