Once upon a time, I dated a man I shall call, “Moody Dude”. And yes, it’s clearly that obvious. He was frickin’ moody.
It’s not easy dating such a moody man, because the moods affected the … dating. One minute he was utterly happy – happy to see me, happy to be there, happy happy happy! Loving, sweet, kind, caring, wanted to hang out with me. It was a nice feeling, for both of us (at least in my opinion).
And the next moment, he was under some strain. Or maybe he was tired. Or maybe life wasn’t going the way he wanted at that exact moment. Or hell, maybe it was just a shit day. And then it wasn’t such a nice feeling anymore (at least in my opinion) because it was these moods that affected me too. There was no longer the loving, sweet, kind and caring guy wanting to hang out with me. What was left was a … Shrek-like Ogre.
It was confusing for me, honestly. Kind of a large mystery. Like where did the happy guy go? Can I do something to help (and what to do when the answer was an obvious no)? It became almost a trick to get from here to there, from ugliness to sheer bliss without being drawn into a war of words.
As I said to ShaNaNa, Moody Guy’s moods are like a box of chocolates …. you never know what yer gonna get.