Loving The Imperfections

I have this (lovely, wonderful, talented) friend who likes to micromanage hangouts. Basically, he calls and texts multiple times in a row to make sure I'm gonna be on time. Every time.

At first, this annoyed me. I don't like it when someone repeatedly questions my integrity, especially someone I've known for a long time.

But then I finally realized the obvious thing: It has nothing to do with me. It's him. If he didn't call and text multiple times in a row before our hangouts, it would be weird. That's the game. It's the plot of every comedy show ever: New situation, same shtick. Like, hah! That's soooooooo him.

Now I look forward to his calls and texts. How long can the game go on? Two years of knowing this guy and I still find myself in loving disbelief that it just might be forever.