At such times, I’d go thundering down the stairs. This was a tricky ploy. My plan was: I thunder down the stairs. You come after me. You apologize. You ask me to come back up. I say, ‘Buddy, you cannot be so self-centred in a relationship. You have to learn to make some compromises with your principles.’ You apologize again, you say that you get it, and instead of ‘Let’s see’, you say ‘Yes’. We go out together. Most times my plan failed at step one. I would come down the stairs and wander about in the house, waiting for you.
