Once upon a time I was in my apartment alone. Well, one of my roommates was there, but she was still sleeping. Anyway, I was about to go back upstairs when I saw the worst of things - a spider. On the wall right by the stairs. Where I could have come close to touching it had I missed the spider. It was awful.
Backing up a bit, for a clearer background and explanation. I am deeply, terribly, irrationally afraid of spiders. Ask anyone. It's bad. For a much better description of just how bad this phobia of mine is, refer to this. That's how I feel. Minus the killing those little demons myself. That would require too much closeness between myself and the thing. Also, I am afraid of baby spiders with birth defects.
And we're back.
I had no idea what to do. There I am, sitting on the back of the couch staring the thing down (if you look away for even a second they could run off and BE ANYWHERE). A couple times I felt a surge of confidence and bravado and tried to convince myself that I was capable of killing the spider.
But then it moved. And that's not okay. They're twenty times creppier when they're moving. Just saying.
So I texted my sister (who I knew was at work and couldn't help), but she suggested texting her roommates. And like the pathetic being that I am, I did.
Long story short, the spider died in a glorious struggle between woman/shoe and beast.
Moral of the story: If the guy I'm dating won't kill any and every bug, but especially spiders, he is not the guy for me. This is a fairly ridiculous thing to be particular about. There are probably more important things that could be on my "list." But I need that to be part of the deal.
Moral of the story (part two): I'll go into more depth about this in subsequent posts because this is something I'm very passionate about. Have standards for dating. Never sell yourself short, and never compromise the essentials. But you have to allow people their quirks; what I like to call making allowances. More than that, you have to let people be flawed. Let go of the fact that he didn't put the toilet seat down or that he hates your favorite flavor of ice cream or that she sheds like a dog.
Let her cower at baby spiders with birth defects.
