The Relationship Peace-Out

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm the biggest lover of love there is. It’s like I’m made of sugar & spice, romantic comedies & R&B music. But what I don’t like about love is this one peculiar phenomenon that consumes some women—the fly, independent, single kind that Ne-Yo likes to make songs about—who fall into it. I like to call it “the relationship peace-out.” I've lost two friends to this disease. And in NYC, that’s a lot. I've tried and tried to wrap my mind around it, to no avail.


We’re both single and free, gallivanting around the city to parties, plays, premiers and the like. She starts dating someone and it’s like yay! for you and your cute new boo. But then it gets serious. And all of a sudden, she’s gone like poof!


Now I understand that new relationships need special attention so that they can bloom. And sometimes, it’s necessary for a girl to go all MIA for a minute to handle that. I’ve been that chick before. But after that period has run it’s course, you’re supposed to get right back to you girls. (Because LAWD knows when THAT mf efs up, your girl is the one you call when you need a place to crash for the night.)

I don’t expect you to spend QUITE as much time with your girls anymore, and don’t even mind when you include him in the festivities at times. I understand when you come late, or dip out early to kick it with him. I realize that you’re no longer the go-to person for random, bored Saturday night adventures, since you’re probably spending the night with your new man.


But dayum. You can’t go bowling anymore? We’ve been going bowling every Thursday for the past year, and now you can’t...EVER.

Oh, and you can’t do brunch on Sundays anymore either? My birthday party conflicts with his what? But wait, what about your phone? Does that work? Because I’ve called you a few times and...did you get my text...

Poof!


She’s gone. Relationship peace-out.