The Rule of Mates

Even before I'd heard the rule of mates, I thought it was a good one by which to live. I had, of course, already broken two of the rules by the time I knew what they were. Yes, I call it the Rule (singular) of Mates, even though there are three rules, but it is really one rule in three parts: No housemates, no workmates, no bandmates.

Simple, isn't it?

No, it isn't, because you never know whom you will meet, or how, or where. The problem with the Rule of Mates, is that it is a self-fulfilling prophecy. When I broke the bandmate portion of the rule, she and I had a connection and a groove like no other. Then, when it started to not work so well between us, it affected everyone in the band. Several years later, I broke the housemate part of the rule. The other housemates dug having a sexy, swaggering vibe in the house, until she showed herself to be a lunatic and I reacted like a petulant toddler (really- I stomped around and cried; thanks for saving me from that, Pops).

So, I'm starting to wonder if the Rule of Mates is really a crock, and that if you don't worry about it , things will be fine. Intrepid reader, you know, as if by osmosis, that I'm only thinking about and posting about the Rule of Mates because I'm perilously close to breaking the final sub-rule. I'll keep you... ugh no puns this early in the morning.