Red silky hair. A dazzling smile. Charm that’ll knock your socks off. How could you resist? Sure, it’s 11:00 p.m. and your body is telling you its tired, but he’s just too tempting to say ‘no’ to. You finally give in, and surrender – mind, body, and soul – to the best late night comedian around, Conan O’Brien. (I should probably start reading something other than the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy…)
Not long ago, the perfect way to end any day – good, or bad – would be to throw on my favorite PJs, climb into bed, and turn on Conan (well, turn on the TV, then tune to TBS…Must. Stop. Reading. Fifty. Shades). After a while, going to bed at midnight started to wear on me – I became cranky and irritable. Needless to say, my relationship with Conan took a turn for the worse. I was mad at him for keeping me up so late and wanted to get some…sleep, that is. Instead of excitement coursing through my veins at 11:00 p.m., resentment took over, and I knew what I had to do.
I wanted to be able to sacrifice sleep for him. Couldn’t I be more selfless in order to salvage our deep and intense commitment to each other? (Possibly a one-sided commitment, but that’s neither here nor there…)
I couldn’t. The bags under my eyes said it all, “this relationship is tiring.” So I made one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make, and broke it off.
How am I today? It’s hard. Between you and me, I cheat every now and then (thank God for DVR!). Even though it isn’t the same as it used to be – snuggling up together before bed, it’ll have to do. Because let’s be honest…who can truly resist that red, silky mop?