|I'm like this when I have to wait for anything|
It takes all of my self-control to repress these urges when I'm around other people but sometimes it seeps through. I'll clench my fist if the waitress takes too long to re-fill my coffee. If the line at the bank is too long, I get exasperated and leave. Hell, if the line at Chipotle is too long, I lose my mind. And, I've been known to shoot daggers with my eyes if the guy ahead of me is taking too long at the supermarket checkout. Like I said, I'm the worst.
So, when I meet a guy who approaches life like it's one long, unhurried walk around a placid lake, I study him like he's a new life form. His approach is so different than mine. Instead of getting worked up at any obstacle, he takes it in stride. Sometimes he whistles, other times he just fiddles on his phone and shrugs. His serenity is a revelation. Just being near him calms me down. He's like a Xanax in black Converse sneakers and a denim jacket.
Once we had to circle around the block a few times to find a parking space and I said, "Aren't you getting annoyed it's taking so long?" He looked at me, smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. Besides, I'm not gonna find a spot quicker if I stress about it so whatever." I smiled back and squeezed his thigh.
Patient guys, I love you. You are the yin to my yang, the sweet to my sour, the string to my insane yo-yo. The last one didn't make any sense, but you know what I mean.