Why I have taken an oath to respect all clocks now and forever

From the time I toddled to the time I was a dapper young man about town, I was almost always late. Punctuality was an overrated virtue and one that I had no intention of adding to my portfolio of assets. I have never seen the start of a movie in a theatre. Thus far, I have missed one flight and two trains. I annoyed my friends all the time by making them wait for me to show up. Four of my five break ups have been because of my inability to accord a clock the respect that the rest of the world thinks it deserves. In the face of wide spread disapproval of my way of living, I held my own. Life knocked me about from time to time, but I held fast to my principles. Until recently.
I met Anna. Anna was hot. Smoking hot. I fell deeply in lust with Anna. She was all I could think about for weeks on end. I had to pinch myself when she agreed to go out with me. We went out a few times and every time I would hope against hope that I would get some alone time with Anna but she lived with her parents, who were rather strict and I was left aching. Weeks went by and I couldn't think straight. Anna was like a disease. Finally, Anna told me that her parents would be out the next evening and we would have the house to ourselves for an hour. She warned me not to be late because our time was limited. Despite my best intentions, a lifetime of tardiness is hard to shake and I was running late as I hurried to Anna's house that evening. So concerned was I that we should not have to waste any more of our alloted time that I skipped my planned visit to a pharmacy on the way. We spent a satisfying forty five minutes together and the spell was broken. The rest of my life slowly swam back into focus and I ambled through it happily enough and, for the most part, blissfully late. All of that changed for good yesterday when Anna came over and said the two little words that would change my life forever. "I'm late". Ironical isn't it?