My Three Day Rule

By this point in our lives we are all familiar with the three day rule. To recap, it basically means that after a first date (and in some cases any date) with a guy you will anxiously wait three frickin days before he contacts you. Yeah, whoever came up with that one is a genius right? I mean, if you like someone...anyway I’m starting to digress from my point and it’s too early in the day for that. The gist is that things take time and no one wants to put anything out there and it goes back to my hate the player not the game issue which is still wholly unresolved.


My three day rule is slightly different. I’m not the most patient person in the world but I have my moments. For e example, when it comes to the person I like I seem to have all the patience in the world and will put up with just about anything. And as A pointed out last night, I tend to take a while to learn from those experiences but at least I learn. The three day rule here is that I can put up with just about anything and accept just about anything for 48 hours without question. The moment that third day hits and I enter in to 72 hour territory, I start losing my marbles. I don’t know what the real deal behind that magic number is, but it happens almost every single time.

It’s almost scary how content I can be during those first 48 hours and the turn it takes going in to 72. It’s like all my prior knowledge goes out the window and I have no perspective on things. Gah! I’d really say THIS is my worst trait although others may disagree.

Maybe it’s because anything can be dealt with for short period of time but by the time almost half a week rolls around I start to question intentions. I mean, it makes sense to have a 24 waiting period between a phone call or an e-mail and I can even see it taking longer based on outside life factors, but by the third day it just seems careless and rude. And for the record, I know this sounds crazy but at least I’m self-aware and honest;)

So to make a long story short (too late I know), I’m feeling fidgety. Not the fidgety I normally have (hey, it burns calories) but the “going to throw a phone through a wall/computer and bail” kind of way which is never good for anyone. Here’s to hoping it changes soon.