Do good things come to those who wait?

Last night, I had dinner with a former colleague that I’ll call McDreamy. For those of you familiar with Grey’s Anatomy, you’ll understand why my name is Meredith and his name is McDreamy. In Episode 1 of Grey’s Anatomy, Meredith has a one-night stand with Dr. McDreamy, a handsome guy she meets at a bar. The next morning on her first day as an intern, she learns that the man she slept with is now her boss. Although my McDreamy is not the love of my life, he is someone that I hooked up with a while ago when we both thought that we would part ways. We were both applying to graduate school and chances were that our paths would not cross again. As fate would have it, we both attend the same graduate school, live within two miles of each other, and attend the same classes.

Despite our past indiscretion, we are now pretty good friends and I feel like I can talk to him about almost anything. Over Osha Thai noodles (which are fantastic, by the way), I asked him how his girlfriend did it. He was the stereotypical bachelor when we were hooking up – just got out of a relationship and wanting the freedom and variety that comes only with being single. He confessed that even as late as January (after they had been dating for a year and a half), he was still having doubts about being in a relationship. But now, he’s totally happy and wonders what was wrong with him. When he told his girlfriend that he loved her after nine months of dating, all she said was, “What took you so long?” Apparently love and being in a relationship do not necessarily go hand-in-hand.

Next to M. Perfect, McDreamy is the best guy I know. I totally respect and admire both of them. They are both very honest, very kind, and guys with a conscience. Two of the best guys I’ve ever, ever met. McDreamy’s advice was to just give M. Perfect more time. He sounds like he’s worth waiting for and McDreamy is now a big believer in patience.

Do good things come to those who wait? Are men really no more complicated than Heinz ketchup? But as a woman who never uses ketchup, I wonder now if it’s because I can’t handle the wait.