If I needed some example of how different Rosa and Vicky are, well, I got it last night.
Back when Rosa and I were together, she had one, typical M.O., which was "I'm not coming to you. You come to me." She had this excess of pride that prohibited her from putting it aside for the sake of the relationship. In fact, it wasn't just pride and I don't know what the word is but, when it came right down to it, whenever there was a problem, I had to be the one who worked things out.
And now, to last night.
I'd been having some real problems with Vicky's Libertarianism, which should come as no surprise when you consider that I'm a borderline Socialist. Philosophical convictions are as real to me as for those people who refuse to skin cats alive with their teeth - they mean something. And how could I be with this woman whose philosophical convictions seem so different from my own.
Now, before I get to what happened, I want to say that Vicky will be reading this Blog as of next week. She'll see this and I'll probably catch hell for what I'm about to say. Here's the thing: Vicky is far too good, caring, and giving to truly be Libertarian. I have a feeling that an proper argument against greed has never been presented to her. I think she's not beyond help.
Of course, I didn't know what to think last night. I talked to Tim and Sean to no avail. Then, at around 9:30, she called me when she got out of the movie she saw with some friends. She was driving home. I started telling her what was on my mind. We talked a little.
Then, she said, "Sweety, can you do me a favor?"
"Hang up the phone and come outside."
She'd driven to my place instead of driving home. She'd driven to my place because she wanted to see me because she was concerned about my happiness.
Rosa wouldn't so much as look at me from across a table and Vicky drove over without my even having to ask. And, yes, we did talk things out and I do feel better.
Is it any wonder I love her?