When you're dating someone, please do not get as whipped as the following character...

I would like to take a moment and rant about people who are dating, who start treating their friends as Plebs, because they put their loved one first.

Now, granted of course, I do agree that you should put the love of your life first, to a certain extent. However, if you're canceling on your friends to accommodate for your loved one... When you're changing your habits for your loved one... This is in my opinion not healthy. Either that, or whipped.

Take for example, my friend Raoul (fictional name). Now, Raoul is a relatively good looking dude, and he goes through boyfriends how I go through kleenex when I'm sick. Anyway, so Raoul recently met this dude, whom we shall name Rupert (again, fictional name). I have met Rupert in person, and he's an amiable character. However, as I get to know him, I find that he's a demanding little diva. He's so demanding, he makes J-Lo in her pre-diva days look like nothing. Robert has got Raoul so whipped (or wrapped around his finger, if you will), it's not even funny.

Here's what I have to base my judgement: One time, Raoul was meeting friends that he used to work with at a hardware store in West Island of Montreal. So, we went to the parking lot, and picked up the two friends. Robert had said that he would be ready for 6:00 p.m., so we drove all the way from west island to right in front of Robert's apartment. Raoul calls Robert on his cell phone and says that "He was in the neighbourhood" so he could pick him up. Robert then flatly states that he is not ready, and that he will need an hour to get ready. Now, if I were Raoul, I would say: "I'm outside of your apartment, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE.", but all Raoul said was, "Oh, OK... I'll come pick you up at seven then.", and proceeded to drive us back to West island and have dinner at a restaurant in West Island. During the car ride back, Raoul's friend kept making comments about how "whipped" he was... I totally agree.

Raoul and I also made plans to go for all you can eat sushi, supposedly on Saturday night (June 16, 2007). And Raoul was really looking forward to it, because he didn't get to come home to Montreal last weekend. However, on Thursday afternoon, I got an instant message from Raoul saying that he would have to cancel, as he was spending the whole day with Robert at La Ronde (amusement park here in Montreal). And I finally got a confirmation of cancellation Friday evening. The new suggested date was Sunday evening, June 17, 2007, but at the rate we're going, I would imagine that I would be canceled upon tomorrow too. Also, did I mention that Robert doesn't like sushi? And he has no intention of trying it? So, it feels to me that Raoul has to suffer because Robert doesn't like fish?

And finally, I got a phone call from Raoul, asking me if I was going to go and get breakfast tomorrow. (This happened maybe about ten minutes ago). I said, "Yes, of course... I'll be done at 12:00 p.m.." and here's the bomb: "Well, I want to go to breakfast, but Robert and I don't want to go to Resto du village." Resto du village is one of my favourite diners, it's cheap, friendly, good service, good sized portions, and great coffee. And usually, Raoul doesn't mind going there. However, tonight, it was a different story. My guess is that for whatever odd reason, Robert doesn't want to go to Resto du village, so everyone must accommodate him. I don't know whether Robert doesn't want to go there because he's not out, or he's just a prissy little princess that's very demanding, or both... But Robert has Raoul so wrapped around his finger that he has this type of control over him... Wow...

They must have some fucking wicked sex.

If you're dating someone, please do me a favour and also be from time to time your very own Independent diva... You do not need to spend 24-7 with the new found love of your life... Because, if this turns out not to be the grand love of your love where you get married in the chapel and have 2.5 children... Your friends are not going to be very sympathetic when you get dumped.