By Bob Kelly (As told to Lorna Barrett)
Any conversation that starts out, "We have to talk," is not going to have a pleasant outcome. I know, because my girlfriend, Angelica, starts out with that sentence at least once a week. We've been together for two years now--what could we possibly have to talk about?
Okay, I could wax on about the real estate market and how it has NOT rebounded. Don't tell me the recession is over--not when I've got 30 properties listed and few prospective buyers. Of course, I'm lucky--owning half of Main Street brings me rent which can more than tie me over in these tough times, but come on. I need to unload some of these houses. I need that commission.
And just because a man wants to keep some things to himself doesn't mean he's up to no good--or worse, LYING. I have not told a lie. Well, not a big lie, anyway. There are some things that just don't need to be said. Is it anyone's business why I was in History Repeats Itself when it exploded? Hey, it wasn't may fault. Do you think I was trying to kill myself?
But I'm not letting some woman boss me around either--and I'm not talking about Angelica now, it's her nosy, pushy sister. No wonder she can't hold onto to man -- but that's beside the point.
So what do you think? Should I come clean and be a wuss -- or retain my manhood (and my dignity) and keep quiet?